More Used Syringes Littering My Community, This Time at Penn Station and Moynihan Hall
I posted last year about finding syringes in Washington Square Park. I still find them. Wednesday, I met my dad at Penn Station as he was passing through Manhattan and had some time. The weather was warm but not too hot, so we chose to sit outside. We went to the steps of Moynihan Hall, the new train station across Eighth Avenue that used to be a post office. Here's its exterior, thought not from Wednesday, when there was construction work between and behind the pillars. I've sat there before on occasion, usually with friends passing the time. I don't remember feeling unsafe. I don't remember seeing remnants of people living there, behind the construction curtains. This time I did. More than people's clothing and…
