I head down to the basement this morning, looking for Willie, the superintendent. His dogs start to bark wildly when I enter the area in front of his apartment and he opens the door before I get a chance to knock. Having expected Con Edison, he is surprised to see me, and is thankful and full of well-wishes when I hand him a card and holiday tip.
Exiting the building, I mail some letters and head for the train. At 186th street, I can hear the shouts and shrills of schoolchildren in the recess yard, having already started the day at the nearby school.
The subway platform is eerily empty, save for a high school class that is lined up against the wall. I realize how incredibly late I am but am at least confident about being able to get a seat, which I do. The conductor on the train has a Chinese accent. He also, quite annoyingly, overly elongates his ‘S’ sounds, saying "ssssssstand clear of the closing doors" at every stop.
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