One Saturday in July; when everything measuralbe was; 97's (including the IQ of that of us is outside), I was waiting to 175th Street in the 42th Street Station for the A train to 175th Street Increasing numbers of prospecten riders crowded onto the platdorm, where the atomosphere rapidly becomes as steamy as everyone’s mood.
One Saturday in July when everything measurable was 97 (including the IQs of those of us outside), I was waiting . . . and waiting . . . in the 42nd Street station for the A train to 175th Street. Increasing numbers of prospective riders crowded onto the platform, where the atmosphere rapidly became as steamy as everyone’s mood.