I've been talking an awful lot about choo-choo trains (as in, every fourth word), so my parents took me to one of the finest cultural institutions I'll ever know: the New York City Transit Museum. Also known as Seventh Heaven. It was a fascinating experience on a number of levels: it offered a glimpse into history, a look into the city's urban development, and chronicled a tale of pop-culture (with less than subtle advertising that would've made Don Draper wince). Best of all though, I got to run around, slam doors and press a whole lot of buttons.
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