Out: As I leave the station, I realize that it’s right by the entrance to the Cross Bronx, bringing back memories of the time in 2004 I needed an emergency tire replacement and was towed from
In: this elevated station is also recently renovated, with nice stained glass depicting the faces of many different people. As I’m leaving the station, a woman asks me for a swipe through the turnstile, but a bystander hears it and warns me: “it might be police…lock yo ass up!”. So I didn’t do it; I needed the swipe for myself anyway. When I’m leaving the station, I sat next to a cute kid and his dad; the kid was particularly fascinated by the train arriving on the opposite platform. On the car there was also a mom yelling at her daughter in Spanish.