Toward the end of every year, it seems warnings resume anew about an inevitable fare increase for subway riders.

A few months ago, an article in The Hartford Courant lamented the question most New Yorkers stopped asking ages ago: "Why does it take so long to get anything built?"

I was talked into attending the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade by a few friends. Each year people dress in their strangest to be part of the festivities along Sixth Avenue.

Today it is cold enough to wear my new winter coat, a gray peacoat.

I’ve been trying to keep my subway pet peeves out of this blog, well, because they are my peeves.

A man and I board the B train through the same door.

Police officers are at the turnstile when I arrive at the station.

Before I swipe my Metrocard, I am handed a pamphlet by an official-looking man in a burgundy vest. The pamphlet is just as official-looking — plain, white cardstock with black type.