A Child of the Subway

One of the delightful parts of writing is research.

For my current short story collection, a character and his girl board a subway for a beach day at Coney Island.

However, it’s the 1950s and New York City subways didn’t have letters. What to do?

Too much information on the web? Always go to the source. Which is how I found myself on a hot afternoon descending the stairs to the cool underground of the New York Transit Museum.

Not only did I have a delightful conversation with an employee, but he was kind enough to refer me to the research team that supports folks like myself.

“Oh,” I mentioned before leaving, “I can’t tell you how happy your promo video made me.”

 Children learning about the subways? And buses? I was a child of the subway. Still am.

Yes indeed, doing research is delightful.