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A New York Minute (8)

26 Dec

December 26, 2011

Welcome to your New York Minute.

I’ve got progress on my mind this week, and in New York, progress can be agonizingly slow. Take the Second Avenue subway. It was first proposed in 1929 but only since 2006 has there been any progress.

But progress may not be all that it is cracked up to be. Here are some short quotes from a New York Times article from just a few years back.

Ah, the native sounds of a summer evening on the Upper East Side: hooting owls, honking cabs, chattering crickets. And, occasionally, the banshee-like shrieks of an air horn, followed by rumbling explosions that call to mind a Messerschmitt raid.

Nope, it’s not World War II — just the Second Avenue subway.

Residents along this cheerless East Side stretch have long wondered whether these late-night blasts are necessary for the construction of the new underground line, a 1.7-mile route that has been planned since the Great Depression.

And while the explosions may be deafening, the Metropolitan Transportation Authority now says it hears the public outcry loud and clear.

Starting on Monday, underground blasting will be banned after 7 p.m. along the Second   Avenue corridor, transit officials said. The moratorium, according to the transportation authority, was hashed out after discussions with local politicians and community leaders.

“People don’t want to have a romantic dinner with the sound of pavement being obliterated in the background,” said the project’s construction chief.

The project’s contract originally allowed for the blasts to continue until midnight, although Dr. Horodniceanu noted that the explosions usually stopped “after 9 p.m.”

That’s right. In the heart of one of the most populous parts of the most populous borough, the city was blasting the street apart with dynamite until midnight. You can imagine the disastrous effect the work had on the neighborhood. Hundreds of small businesses in the construction zone have closed, and that wasn’t even due to the blasting, it was due to the massive street closures and traffic disruptions which dropped foot traffic to near-zero.

But the story gets worse. Here are some excerpts from a New York Daily News article from earlier this week.

Blasting on the Second Ave. subway project was temporarily halted Tuesday amid a storm of complaints from upper East Siders about dust.

Long-suffering residents living with the constant tunneling are up in arms over the clouds of dust that appear during the underground explosions carving out what will be the 72nd St. station.

Community Board 8’s Second Avenue Subway Task Force Committee got an earful Tuesday night from 60 locals griping about pollution, noise and “the Second Ave. cough.”

Pressman said she went to her doctor after getting sick recently and was told, “‘You’ve got the Second Ave. cough!’”

Joan Schoenberger of E. 70th St. agreed that it’s become hard to breathe in her neighborhood.

“There’s a big smoke cloud,” Schoenberger said. “It’s very pervasive around that area.”

The audience packing the meeting at the New York Blood Center on E. 67th St. broke into applause when they were told blasting has been temporarily suspended until Dec. 5.

“We did that because we heard loud and clear from the community and elected officials, though it’s an impact to the construction schedule, and to workers,” said Bill Goodrich, the Metropolitan Transportation Authority’s senior vice president of capital construction.

Goodrich said the MTA will work on modifications to reduce dust, including revamping exhaust systems, over the next two weeks.

He wouldn’t say how many workers would be laid off, but he expects them all to be rehired when blasting resumes.

Assemblyman Micah Kellner (D-Manhattan) lamented the layoffs, but said, “We just can’t lived with Second Ave. being blanketed by dust each time they blast.”

“The MTA needs to insure our air quality,” Kellner said.

Tunneling for the first phase of the subway was finished in September. It will take five more years to build stations and lay tracks before the subway can open.

Yes, five more years. For a project that was considered a necessity even in 1929, completion in 2016 is ridiculous.

All of this put me in mind of the original subway construction early in the last century.

The following info was found online at generalcontractor.com

Ground was broken (for the subway) in March 1900 in Manhattan. The construction company chose shallow cut and cover as the excavation method to avoid having to tunnel deep under New York’s infrastructure. Wooden planking and bridges covered the construction so that traffic could continue over the tunneling that would go on for years.

The construction that was typical for the majority of the project was a flat roof I-beam construction with a concrete bottom. The side walls had I-beam columns five feet apart, with vertical concrete arches between the columns. The I-beams supported the masonry, allowing the walls to be built thinner than they could have been if concrete alone was used. The tops of the wall columns were connected by roof beams, supported by rows of steel columns between the tracks. They were built on concrete and cut stone bases. Because the tunnels were susceptible to water damage from the ground, several inches of felt washed with hot asphalt were laid behind the walls, over the roof and under the floor. In some places, this method of waterproofing was reinforced with one or two courses of brick. Terra cotta ducts for the electric cables were placed between the steel columns and waterproofing.

The station on 42nd Street between Park Avenue and Madison Avenue required a special method of construction. Five subway tracks passed through this area, and the excavation reached a depth of 35 feet and extended 15 feet into the rock. In order to construct this segment of the subway, a 30-foot wide trench had to be sunk on the south side of the street, in which the subway was built for the width of two tracks. At 50-foot intervals tunnels had to be driven toward the north side of the street, with tops four feet above the roof of the subway and bottoms on the roof. The ends of the tunnels were connected by a parallel tunnel just beyond the line of the fourth track. Workers were then able to excavate the rock in the bottom of the tunnels to their final depth. A bed of concrete was then placed in the parallel tunnel, and a third row of steel columns was erected in order to support the concrete and steel roof.

One hundred years ago the work was done without building-rattling midnight explosions and toxic dust clouds. Yes, it was hard work and manpower intensive, but it took great pains to minimize disruption to the city at large. For a project that even its biggest critics agree is a necessity but is still nowhere near completion, I have to wonder if the people in charge have any idea of what they are doing.

Stores going out of business, nightly blasting, and the air making people sick. This is progress?

This has been your New York Minute.

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The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of the N Train Sea Beach

27 Oct

October 27, 2011

It was Friday and I was heading home, and while that was a good enough reason to be in a good mood I was in a particularly good mood. The last hour and a half of work was largely work- and boss- free. I’d spent the last half hour at work hanging out with one wonderful coworker at her desk and was taking the train home with two others. It was fun.

Now I could be a namedropper and tell you their names but what good would it do you? You don’t know them. Unless you are a coworker of mine, in which you can figure it out yourself. And if you happen to be one of those people I spent the time with then you already know who you are so there’s no point in telling you your own name. Plus if this ends up on Wikileaks no one gets hurt.

We were on the N train and it wasn’t too crowded. Although we were standing it wasn’t packed. There was plenty of elbow room. As we were talking someone entered the train, as many other people did, and we took no notice of him. As I later saw, he was around 50, shorter than me, grey-haired and dressed cleanly, if not neatly. He was pushing some sort of wheeled luggage, or so I thought.

I was near the center of the car and suddenly from one end there came loud music, some sort of romantic ballad was playing from a speaker. The luggage the guy was pushing held a CD player and though I still could not see the man, I heard him.

He was playing a bugle. He was accompanying the music on the CD with his own bugle playing. And then I lost it. I was already in a good, slightly goofy mood, and I just started laughing, and that was bad because I was in most people’s line of sight. I was cracking up and trying to hide my face in my arm (which was holding the pole) and just couldn’t do it.

The man made his way through the car. He was pushing the luggage with one hand, playing the bugle with the other and, with the same hand that was pushing the luggage, waving a CD, presumably his. Try to picture this. With one hand. The CD was between two fingers and his other fingers and thumb were on the luggage handle. I know what you are thinking- how did he push the valves on the bugle if he was holding it with one hand? I don’t think he did. Now I know as much about music as the next guy, provided that the next guy knows nothing about music, but I don’t think he had to use the valves. The guy was actually pretty good, if kind of loud. But the whole thing struck me as absurd. We couldn’t talk over the music, and all my friends saw was me trying not to laugh out loud, and nearly failing. Suddenly this train, which was in a long stretch of tunnel so there wasn’t a stop right ahead, had become a lounge. Romantic mood music with a bugle (!) accompaniment was filling our ears.

I never considered the bugle a romantic instrument before and I still don’t. I was expecting him to burst into Reville or Taps any second. And either of those would have totally killed the mood.

As I said the man made his way through the car and where did he stop? In the middle, of course. Right in front of me. So there I am, right behind a guy playing the bugle to the subtle strains of romantic music with all eyes (those that weren’t looking straight down) looking at him and seeing me right behind him almost convulsing with restrained laughter trying to escape.

The music faded, the song ended, and I just as I was sure it was over, the guy yelled “Tango!” and a new track started.

OK, I lost it, I just laughed out loud and thank God when the man yelled “Tango!” he also started moving to the other end or I am not sure that he wouldn’t have brained me with his horn.

It didn’t help that my friends were laughing too.

At some point in the Tango (which sounded more or less like whatever he was playing before) he stopped playing and walked around asking for donations. At this point the CD was playing an accordion solo (seriously, an accordion solo in a Tango) and I pulled out my iPod and started tapping notes into it like a man possessed.

The train pulled into the next station, the bugler got off, my friend got a seat, and I couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Best train ride ever.