Playing trains.  Every time you go to Central from out of town a whole lot of facilities have changed.  An atmosphere of automation and facelessness has grown. Other things have been there from day one and are comforting to recognize.
 A least an enquiry counter remains staffed even when the staff seem an incongruous group of contractors.
 Homeless people take shelter in the big colonial doorways so it is not all bad in providing shelter. However, the homeless, in that manner, would never be found there even in our most depressed years. The haves and the have nots.  The next generation is unaware of how things were.  Better or for worse.