"...My Penn Station"

I was little, but I was there. It was like the grand palaces in story books.

Vast. Went on forever. Corinthian columns that soared to the clouds.

A sky of glass above, and so many people.

All kinds. A sea of them quickly going this way, and that.

Voices thundered announcing trains. Uniformed porters' newspaper stands full of comic books.

Rich ladies with small dogs...as in old New Yorker cartoons.

All this, and sound of trains bellow.

The rumble beneath my feet my mother tugging me along.

That was my Penn Station.