They had me at New York Subway. For me, it's sort of a mystical place. Like Narnia, the Hundred Acre Woods, Avalon, Middle Earth.... but real.
My family moved to NJ, near Newark in 1968-ish. My Dad worked in Brooklyn. He carpooled to work, but we also could take a train. I was six, so I'm not clear on details. I do know that we sometimes drove, and sometimes ended up in the subways. I remember the graffiti, and the trains, and the ads. I remember the cool tiles. That was the first time I saw the 'bad words' (remember, I was in grade school and it was the late 60s/early 70s), some of which I had never actually heard. We spent a lot of time in Manhattan, in Central Park, the Museums. Tiffany's and F.A.O. Schwartz were also 'museums'. When I was in sixth grade we moved to the DC area.
The DC Metro (subways) opened shortly after - and we used the red line to get to the Mall and other places. It was SO different. It was cool also, but didn't have the same panache...
I also love history, and historical fiction. I read books about NY regardless of time, and have some understanding of the geography; the scenes near the Reagan homes in Blue Bloods bring memories, often more of areas around us in NJ, because we didn't spend time in residential areas of NYC. Law & Order also sparks memories of NYC.
After we moved in '74, I didn't return to Manhattan until 1981, and then did not go into the subway. After 9/11, my Dad & Step-Mom worked with FEMA near Ground Zero. I packed my two kids and a stroller, with an overnight bag, diaper bag, and backpack onto an Amtrak in Quantico, VA and we met my Dad at Penn Station. He took us on the subway to get to their apartment near the intersection of John & William Streets. We went to Central Park, the Bowery, and some other places. I swear, even if we went to the same place, we did not seem to go down into the bowels in the same place, nor come back out in the same place. My Dad was able to get us wherever we were going as if almost three decades had not passed. I was bewildered. Used to the DC Metro which is what, a half dozen lines? NYC's subway was a labyrinth.
So, the book. I loved the nostalgia. I loved the pictures and the history. I loved the knowledge. Yes, I do wish the book were bigger - not necessarily longer, but at least 8.5 x 11, so the font could be bigger - I wear reading glasses, but even so, some of the captions were a challenge. Morris did give us big pictures, and I really think so many of them were important - of course they used dynamite and dug those tunnels by hand 100 years ago; and used horses or mules hitched to wagons to haul debris. Seeing it was not the same. The politics, the finances, the geometry (car size, train length, station length). Also, I get that pictures were taken in black and white - it was the early 20th century; I also understand that it is more expensive to include colour pix in a book... but I do wish some of the pix were colourized - just for better viewing.
I can't wait to share this with my Dad.