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The Sunday “Real Estate” section of the NY Times has a big story on the vacant Bronx station houses of the old New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad.

A dozen stations were projected in 1904, when the railroad began upgrading the Harlem River Branch from the southern Bronx up to New Rochelle. But not all were built and, in addition to Westchester Avenue, three survive today: Morris Park, Hunts Point Avenue and City Island, which is a ruined shell. (The historian Joseph Brennan has closely investigated the stations and has posted his research at columbia.edu/~brennan.)

Gilbert, newly minted as a starchitect with the 1899 commission for the United States Custom House at Bowling Green, got the job of designing the stations, and gave them widely different styles.

The stations didn’t serve their intended purpose for long, notes Christopher Gray.

In 1909, The Real Estate Record and Guide noted the “marked architectural beauty” of the new stations. John A. Droege, in his 1916 book “Passenger Terminals and Trains” (McGraw-Hill) noted that “the ordinary wayside passenger station is not the proper field for the architect who wishes to rival the designer of the Paris opera house.” But he reviewed Gilbert’s stations in depth, apparently with approval.

The railroad overestimated the potential traffic, and service ended in the 1930s. According to an article in The New York Times, the railroad was losing $25,000 per month on Westchester commuter service.

These days, adds Gray, the Hunts Point and Morris Park station houses aren’t much to look at. But the Westchester Avenue house remains intriguing.

Right next door is Concrete Plant Park, a combination green space and industrial archaeology project that runs along the Bronx River. Two sides of the station are visible from the street, and two sides are visible on the park side, for a 360-degree view of this train wreck of decay.

On the street side, the terra cotta is somehow intact, if not pristine, and the chimney still stands, but the red-tiled roof looks like a nubbly blanket attacked by an avenging army of moths.

On the park side, the colors of the terra-cotta facade are still bright, but whole sections have peeled off. The exposed iron strap work leaves the body of the structure looking like an architectural X-ray, about to collapse onto the tracks below. 

Lenore Skenazy, who parlayed a column on letting her son Izzy ride the subway alone at age 9 into a career, offers an essay on the new New York version of Huffington Post on, yup, how we baby our children and at what age a child should be allowed to ride the subway alone.

That original column in the defunct New York Sun has been good for business for Skenazy, whose book Free-Range Kids came out last month.

You may have heard about me, too, thanks to the fact I’ve been on every TV show from Dr. Phil to Nightline to The View. (I love those ladies! Yes, even Elizabeth!) Or it could be because I’ve been lauded and/or lambasted in newspapers and magazines from Chile to China to Malta. (An island. Who’s stalking the kids there? Dophins?)

Or it could be you heard me on NPR one of the six or seven times they interviewed me about the topic. Or on the BBC. Or on the Today Show. Or Australian TV. Whatever.

Skenazy hears from a man named Irving, who was 10 when he rode the subway to visit Grandma in the Bronx for Hanukah…in 1929!

Irving says his solo voyage was one of the great moments in his life.

Now here’s a guy who has been married for 66 years. He has children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and even two great great grandchildren, which I wasn’t sure was humanly possible. He fought in World War II. But one of the defining moments of his LIFE was that first time he did something “grown up” by himself.

If those $20 tickets aren’t quite working for you amidst the Great Recession, you can get a free peek at the Holiday Train Show at the New York Botanical Garden on PBS at 10:30 tonight. David Hartman, always entertaining as a wide-eyed dolt amazed by just about anything and everything, hosts.

The exhibit features 114 New York landmarks rendered in plants and flowers.

As I left the office at 5:30 on Friday, cold rain was landing on Manhattan. As the 5:46 climbed into the Bronx, sleet was befalling our Boogey-Down brethren. But up in Westchester, the white stuff was falling. As if the county wasn’t white enough!


If you were wondering exactly where the sleet turned to snow, it was between Tuckahoe and Crestwood, around 6:15.

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