On their return from Europe in the summer of ’56, my family passed through New York. I have some of my father’s slides from that moment, including one he took of Penn Station — the lost, lamented Penn Station — less than a decade before it was destroyed.

To think what it might look like had it survived. Probably it would have been restored at some point, just like at Grand Central, as I saw it in 2014.

Not much to say in a case like that except sic transit gloria termini.