This is my first time taking an Amtrak in several years. Since the road is heading north from Penn Station, I get to finally experience the renovated Old Post Office, now named Moynihan Train Hall. The interior was underwhelming, but I suppose I was expecting something on the order of Grand Central Terminal. Maybe there are still too many memories of the old photos of the original Penn Station, before the modernist desecration. Professor Vincent Scully’s sadness still ringing in my ears for the possibilities of the place. It was nicely preserved, if a little not-uplifting. Maybe still entering the City like a rat, if better fed at the nicer eateries there. Not any charm or class — pure functionality. This’ll due, This’ll due for now.