Boston’s MBTA Downtown Crossing subway station used to have a pair of wooden escalators which emerged on one side of what was then Filene’s department store where I worked as a box stacker for a season while on a break from college. (edit: a box stacker is someone who literally stacks boxes where boxes need to be stacked within the department store)
In my dreams, when my mind is in need of an escalator, I dream of that place, because the wooden escalators were so rickety and such a surprising one-off that they must’ve left an impression.
That’s a … bike … tunnel? How is that even a thing in this day an age. A true liability and public menace.
