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Monday, November 05, 2001
The number 2 train sings. I got on it today to take it one stop, Broadway-Nassau to Wall Street, and after the doors closed as it was pulling away, I heard three high, warbling notes. They were sounded like music and I looked around to see whose headphones they were coming from, and they were coming from the train itself. Three perfect notes, almost reminiscent of part of the opening to the old Star Trek series, but prettier, and the last note holds as the percussion of grinding subway-metal joins it. I found it quite pretty. Was it Mark McKinney or Paul Bellini who said, "Find beauty in the banal, for it is everywhere"?

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