It was evening on a very cloudy, gloomy September day.
But for anyone who savors rapid transit -- notwithstanding the dim light and
the prospect of a dull and shaky image -- who could pass up the opportunity
for a photo of a train crossing a quiet residential street at grade,
particularly when one hadn't been this way in decades? I remember
being delighted that it was pretty much the way I remembered it to be.
This is not
the final stop on the Purple Line in Wilmette.