If you haven’t been following what’s going on here, go check it out.
But, so, okay, remember the phone number I found in the apartment hall? I know what it’s for now.
I mentioned I’d left a message the day I found it. I may have left a few more, and I just got a call back. The number was an old reservation line for tours with the New York Transit Museum. They’d put my name on a waitlist when I left the first message and were calling to tell me there’d had been a cancellation for the tour this Saturday and if I wanted it the spot it was mine.
It’s a private, nearly-impossible-to-book tour of the actual City Hall Subway Station.
I have been obsessed with New York’s history since I was a kid, and have dreamed about City Hall Station, this beautiful gem hidden underground for nearly a century. I dreamed about it long before we learned about Brandon Lachmann and his escape there.
I have no idea why I’m being pulled there, but I’m going.