For the 14 years that I lived in Brooklyn before moving to Washington Heights (and then back to Brooklyn this past November), I always looked forward to coming up and out of the subway at Smith & 9th Streets (F train) to see the Eagle Clothing and Kentile Floors signs on the strange, decrepit, dirty, beautiful horizon.
They pulled down the Eagle sign last year; it had been there for 60 years. Now there’s a chance the Kentile sign will come down, too. There are people who want to fight it. I get it. I get nostalgia and love for a place (and, by association, a self) that, largely, doesn’t exist anymore. But folks, this isn’t the fight for the old Penn Station. We have to choose our battles.