After dropping my son off Thursday evening for his annual winter trip to San Diego, I walked back to my car, turned around, and saw this:
Isn’t it cool how Metro has revived this architectural gem? The lobby was full of people. I remember when going to Union Station felt like coming to a Greyhound station. My son’s 17. Seventy years from now, he’ll remember it not as a museum, but as that lively place where he caught the train to Nana’s.