Take The Long Way Home

Yes Supertramp, sometimes I do indeed. Not today though, but let's discuss. I live in a far away place with dragons, fairies, fried chicken, and block parties. This lovely place is nestled in charming Bed-Stuy. I am almost at Broadway Junction, where the L, J, A, and C trains meet in Brooklyn.

I normally take the C train, you remember Charlie, right? It's fine, usually works through the week, but almost never late at night or on weekends due to track work. Sometimes A is Charlie's substitute, a dirty ugly train. If Hopstop tells me so, I will take J, a bit of a walk and sometimes invites more dirty looks and rude comments along the way. The J is older and uglier than A, and it's slower, I swear.

But if I have the time and can avoid most of these letters, I will take the L any day, all day long. It's cold, clean, pretty, fast, and has a calming electronic voice that announces stops you otherwise have'nt a chance of understanding, and a couple light up maps in each car to show you stops and which one you are at. Lovely. It goes a little out of my way, past my stop, but isn't it worth it? Sigh. "Why can't you be more like your brother?, Why can't you be more like your sister?", some parents may inquire. But I ask you and everyone at MTA, "Why can't all trains be more like the L?"