My
good friend Harold Rail, photographer and videographer extraordinary, posted
the image above on his Facebook page in June 2017. I was stunned. Not only was it in some sad ways reminiscent of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, but it spoke loudly to me about the world we now live in.
Many
Chicagoans will recognize the scene—the glassed-in waiting area on the platform
of the Metra commuter station serving
the North and Northwest suburbs. That
platform and the train sheds are all that is left of what was once the Chicago
& Northwestern Station. The
rest of the once imposing limestone
structure was razed in 1984 and replaced with the glass-and-steel 42-story Citicorp Center completed there in
1987. The bottom three stories were occupied by a new station which was renamed the Ogilvie Transportation Center in 1997, two years after the C&NW merged into the Union Pacific Railroad and surrendered its historic identity.
Today
tens of thousands of commuters, and other cattle including some Amtrak passengers pass through the gleaming edifice which is lined with shopping opportunities and a food court worthy of any suburban mall. The take escalators
up to the platform level where there are ticket windows, more shops and kiosks,
plenty of flashy illuminated advertising, and a sad little bar that serves
over-priced drinks and which is jammed
during evening rush hours. They read
arrival and departure times on airline terminal-like video monitors and
rush through a bank of doors to the platform and 16
tracks where the locomotives wait with
their stainless steel cars in the dim tunnel.
Just
inside those doors is the waiting area for those with time to kill before their train. In off
peak hours and on weekends
trains can run two hours or more apart leaving plenty of idle
time for those who miscalculated and
drunks who missed the last one. If
there are any delays at rush hour
the little room is quickly overwhelmed,
and it doesn’t take long before thousands
are spilling over the platforms and
out into the waiting commercial arms of the station.
Once upon a time
weary travelers could
bide their time while
pursuing broadsheet newspapers and
perhaps getting their shoes shined in the upper level stately waiting room lined with green marble columns,
measuring 201 by 202 feet and rising
84 feet to its barrel-vaulted ceiling.
Metra Purgatory
Inspired by a Harold Rail photograph
The holding pen.
Always dirty.
A shrunken dream.
Once there were waiting rooms like cathedrals.
—Patrick Murfin
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