Inspired by Benj. Franklin, or perhaps by N. N. Anonymous.
For want of a spike, the tie was lost.
For want of a tie, the rail was lost,
For want of a rail, the train was lost,
For want of a train, the station was lost,
For want of a station, the railroad was lost.
And all for the want of a railroad spike.
Upstairs at Penn Station, a disaster.
When the office tower and sports arena replaced the Great Room and concourse, the tracks below (and the stairs leading down to trackside) remained in their 1910 form. What shape will you be in, dear reader, at the age of 107?