Screeching never sounded so good

I made my first foray into the bedlam that is Penn Station's evening rush hour on the way home Thursday.

The line snaked down the sidewalk at 8th Avenue and 34th Street, before commuters entered the A/C/E  subway entrance to make their way to the LIRR.

As we walked down the stairs to have our tickets punched by LIRR conducters, a subway train rumbled into view. 

It was still empty, but the screeching wheels and gust of wind that always accompany the train lifted my spirits and put a spring into my step.

Welcome back, New York City subway. Oh, we missed you.

-Amanda Barret