Grand Central Terminal (thanks for the photo, Gesso). I began commuting through this magnificent hub in 2008 when I got an admin job with Look & Listen Festival and League of Composers/ISCM, then based at the office of David Gordon in Park Slope. I would drag myself out of bed for the 7:30am train, joining a car full of hedgefunders from Greenwich going to their various places of employ, and hop the 45 train to Atlantic Avenue and walk to Gorilla Coffee.
I worked 8-10 hours per week, writing grants, arranging equipment deliveries to rehearsal and concert venues, producing, learning and digesting everything I possibly could while still going to school full time at SUNY-Purchase. Clarinetist Alan Kay (Orpheus and many other projects) took me aside at the last concert of the League season and told me I was good at my job, and that it wasn't that common. I took that to heart some years later when I started my job assisting Music Director Sebastián Zubieta at Americas Society, where I stayed for over 5 years.
I now pass through GCT every Saturday morning, 8:30 AM, to hop the local train to get to Stamford, CT. I arrive at 9:45, wait for my ride, and take the elevator up to my 82-year-old piano student. We review scales, struggle through fingering the chromatic scale (black notes!) in the right hand, and sing Cole Porter songs. We've been watching Lenny Bernstein conduct the NYPhil back in the '70s on YouTube at the end of each lesson. It's delovely!