And we never mentioned to one another how,when we left those cars and bars in our soiled bluejeans,and after the long subway ride home to Brooklyn or Queen or the Bronx.
Today the public conveyances are full of elderly standees while kids and teenagers and lots of young men and women in designer jeans sit staring blankly ahead.
Dozens of family members - teenagers in T-shirts, grandmothers in head scarves, bearded men in jeans - were there, squeezed together and pressing for information from overwhelmed officials.
Some had tins of white emulsion paint outside, and I walked past an open door revealing a woman in baggy jeans stretching a canvas over a huge wood frame.