Like many Washingtonians, I have a love-hate relationship with the Metro. It’s clean, and, track-work weekends aside, it’s efficient. Yeah, our escalators don’t always work, and yeah, tourists can’t seem to understand that you need to stand to the right because I have someplace to go. But at least we have escalators, which, after using the New York subway with a broken foot, seems to me nothing to sneeze at.
Still, could I imagine composing a series of songs for every stop on the Metro? Maybe not.