A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn't have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.

In the end we went to the railroad station, as he suddenly decided he would have to go. We were just in time to see the last lights of the train disappearing. Once again Hoffmann left the house too late, and so I couldn't even say good-by to him. Perhaps I am taking too dark a view, I hope I am, but he is not coming again for another two weeks.

If a geo-restricted cab has a passenger going to the airport and they pick up a passenger (there), I have no problem with that. But during conventions, there's been evenings over there we haven't had more than 14 taxicabs come over there (to the convention center). That's what really set me off about doing something.

I never lived in an abandoned railroad station.

We've got the tile like the old tile in the subway, ... It's like it was in the old railroad station.

Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through O'Hare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it.