I’ve been passing through the Columbus Circle subway
station for 40 years, back to when I attended Schafer Music
Festival concerts in Central Park. I had gotten, I thought, immune to the general banality and
dinginess of its interior. Then, a week ago, I was surprised—and glad to see—the
dash of color on the mural I photographed on my way down to catch the subway.
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