IRT

Walking to our lawyer media overlords on Park Avenue at E. 25th Street this morning for a work meeting, I nearly passed by a guy with grizzliness levels approaching those of Santa Claus who I thought was begging but merely wanted to know where he could catch the IRT. Oldschool! I’m not so unhistoried that I didn’t know New York’s subway lines were once independently owned and named, but I had to ask which line he was referring to. After determining it was the 1 he was after, I directed him west toward Seventh Avenue, and we went our separate ways.