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FeedEditor's Memo, May 2012: Grand Central Terminal Guide, and Son of Sam
If you live in Westchester, at some point you’ve found yourself in what may be the most beautiful building in New York City: Grand Central Terminal. Perhaps you find yourself there most every weekend. Or maybe you’re there every workday. No matter how often you hop on a Metro-North train to get to and from the City, odds are pretty darn good you never took the time to appreciate the building—or take advantage of all that Grand Central has to offer. Man, are you in luck.
Articles Editor Marisa LaScala has spent lots of time checking out the place to file what is arguably the most comprehensive and (inarguably) most fun guide to GCT. (Turn to page 68.) Marisa, who grew up in Ardsley, says she has lots of fond memories of taking Metro-North into Grand Central with her high school friends and not-so-fond memories of running to make the last train back to Westchester. “I only missed the last train once, and it was a real challenge to stay awake until five am when we could get the first one out again,” Marisa recalls. “A nap in the Station Master’s office really helped.”
If, for some reason, you are so fortunate as to have a chauffeur and consequently have never had your Ferragamos touch the marble floors of the Terminal, our advice: Ditch the driver and take public transportation into the City. One must experience GCT at least once. And, oh yes, bring along Marisa’s feature. It’ll make your experience all the more fun and memorable.
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Articles Editor Marisa LaScala on a Metro-North train |
Perhaps you didn’t live in the New York area then. Or perhaps you weren’t even born yet. But, oh my, I can still recall how scared we New Yorkers were during the summer of 1977, the “Summer of Sam.” Indeed, I can recall the night my husband and I could almost hear each other’s hearts pound when we thought we heard a faint noise outside the big, old house we were then renting on Shelter Island for a few weeks.
“Son of Sam?” I asked, with a nervous giggle.
“I’m not going out there,” my husband whispered.
The schizophrenic killer who terrorized the region with his cryptic notes and his random acts of violence, we would later learn, lived in Yonkers. Yonkers! Maybe you live in that area now, or maybe every now and then you drive by. Or maybe you do neither, but the Son of Sam had an impact on our area and, no doubt, profoundly in Yonkers. In this issue, we take a look at the man and the lasting effects he had on the Westchester city he called home (page 44). It is an informative read.
Esther Davidowitz
Editor-in-Chief
