On Friday, Oct. 16, Michael Kiernan was in his usual spot when the doors opened at 125th Street. Two court officers he knows usually get on, but didn’t, and he thought to himself that he must be the only one who’d made his connections just right. Then the doors closed, the train started, and he collapsed.
As Luck Would Have It …
Michael Winerip | The New York Times | November 5, 2009 | 2,110 words
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