One entered the city like a god . . .
. . . one scuttles in now like a rat . . .
. . . and in the future the rat will be fed the cheese -- or, to be more specific, the cheesiest and poorest excuse for a re-do of Penn Station I have ever seen.
In 1963 we didn't know better. But we know better now. Even the name "Empire Penn Station" bugs me. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall. Uh, I mean: Mr. Cuomo, tear down Madison Square Garden! It isn't even square!
