As I sit here, watching the clock tick toward 12:30am, I wonder. I wonder if anyone else on this planet, or at least at the university, has ever written 8 pages and 4,088 words on union train stations in America from 1840-1940. I know the answer is probably no, but to make myself feel better about myself, I'm going to say yes. There is somebody on campus that will cry with me over the loss of Penn Station in New York, or cringe at the notion of St. Louis's Union Station as attempting a unified facade, or even freak out when the book I checked out of the library features a very detailed exterior elevation of Kansas City's very own Union Station. With them, I could have a very heated debate over which Twin City station was superior, Minneapolis's Great Northern Depot or St. Paul's Union Depot. We could even have Google map parties where we try to find these stations in relationship to the city centers without the help of the search feature.
In reality, I know no such person exists. It's a little lonely in my architortured mind, but it's okay. Someday, society will catch up to my superior level of brain function, and everyone will appreciate good architecture. Oh what a world that would be.
(I'm kidding. I promise I'm not this vain. Also, that would be a very scary world, if people could relate to me)
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