Newsday
March 24, 2003
By Jimmy Breslin
I am in the subway at 72nd Street and Broadway Monday morning, on a morning so bleak that even the brightest sun in the sky could not suppress the gloom of the news of the night before. The idea of a 24-year-old kid dying in a disgraceful thing like the Iraq war ends the chances of calm sleep.
It is a Monday with an ache in it.
I am starting out to report almost daily on the subways of the city, I regard them as a highly possible battleground in the war. This station I’m at, 72nd Street, must be one of the two or three most crowded train stations in the world. There is one cop by the downtown staircases.
There also isn’t a person carrying a newspaper in the car of silent staring faces on the downtown No. 2 train. Keep this up and I will not be reporting on the subway. I will be sweeping the subway.
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