ABSTRACT
It was November eighteenth,
at a quarter of ten in the
evening, and I was walking
south on Central Park West.
My idea was to take an IND
train down to West Fourth
Street and transfer to a D
train and take it into
Brooklyn, where I live. I'm
not very familiar with the
IND line, so at about
Ninety-third or Ninety-second
[Street], I walked down into
what I thought was an
entrance for the IND, and I
discovered that it was an exit
only. So I backed out,
and I continued south until I
got to Eighty-seventh [Street]
and Central Park West. I saw
another subway, what I thought
again was an entrance, and
walked down near the bottom.
