All aboard... or something

The R-Train to Queens is a complete slice of New York City. Somewhere in Brooklyn the blue collar workers begin to mingle with the lower-level white-collar workers. Then they begin to pick up the artsy-creative types, quickly followed by the too hip for thee crowd.

By the time you hit Manhattan, the white collar financial types are beginning to trickle off and various other people are emptying the train. Then around Cortland, three or so stops into Manhattan, the tourists are hatched by Ground Zero. The tourists that exit at Canal are quickly replaced by more tourists and various other bargain seekers.

Prince Street is usually the earliest that the beautiful people make their appearance. Models and actresses, or at least aspiring of these, riding up from SoHo to 23rd and the blessed with money crowd slumming it downtown head towards Lex and 5th Avenue.

Midtown sees the mix of beautiful people, tourists and various collars at their mixiest, particualrly around Times Square/42nd Street. By Lexington, the last stop in Manhattan, the mix is nearly gone, replaced by the people behind the people. The wait staff, the designers, the cops and cleaners, support staff and more.

While the social mix might fade, the cultural diversity is more pronounced. More languages are spoken as we head through Queens than taught at most midwestern universities.

This is my New York. This is what I see everyday.

And this is why I'm writing this. I have to assume you are reading this because it's here (like Everest, but digital), so I'll try to keep your interest.

for now, I just wanted you to know where I'm coming from. Hopefully this will help me figure out where I'm headed.

That's it for now. Go home. Movies over. What are you still doing here?