I am just barely old enough to remember the other grand railroad station we used to have in NYC -- the old Pennsylvania Station:
Now THAT was a building, and its demolition was a crime. At least one good thing came of it, though -- the destruction of Penn so shocked everyone that it led to the current landmarks laws in NYC, so Grand Central Terminal can never meet the same fate.
I was in another landmark today; the NYPD Holy Name Society for those portions of the Department that are assigned in the Archdiocese (because NYC is split between the Archdiocese of New York and the Diocese of Brooklyn) had its communion breakfast today, which started with a Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral. You know St Pat's:
Looks like that, right? Well, actually, not these days; it is being renovated, and the facade is all covered in scaffolding. H.E. Cardinal Dolan could not make it this year (although we have had him as the celebrant in the past) so we had a replacement: H.E. Cardinal Egan (isn't it nice when you have a spare Cardinal in town?), and I did the second reading at the Mass. I am not the most nimble of men, and I had visions of myself taking a header as I came down the little winding stairs from that beautiful pulpit in St. Pat's:
but it all went well. Incidentally, I noticed that next to the Pieta in the ambulatory behind the altar
there is now a case with a galero; in order to have one hang from the ceiling when Egan dies (because cardinals no longer receive them from the pope) one was donated, and is on display down below with us.
After the Mass, and led by the Department's pipe band, all the attendees marched down Fifth Avenue to 47th Street, then west on 47th to Sixth Avenue, and then back up Sixth to the New York Hilton, where the breakfast was. Puzzled tourists out for a Sunday morning stroll were baffled by the sight, as they are every year.