Marty held a mock funeral for the M line. What a schmuck. But in a lovable way. Service on the M line has been cut back to next to nothing, but it’s not gone altogether.
When I was a youngin’, I was all about the M train and it was a totally different route back then. It ran along the current B/Q line in Brooklyn, the local to the D express. I lived in Midwood on a local stop and the M was all I had.
During my senior year of high school I worked at Le Croissant Shop near Park Row and I had to catch the M every day after school. It took about 45 minutes from Avenue M to Fulton Street and it. stopped. at. every. single. stop. That same year, we moved to Coney Island, land of a thousand train lines, but I was stuck taking the M to school.
Come to think of it, the M sucked. I switched for the express at Newkirk any chance I got. So what’s the point of this post? I don’t have a point. I’m just running out of things to write about.
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I remember it well Phyllis… all of it :o)