. . . in midst of email-x-change back and forth about rapid transit train riding of old, this:

As a Southsider, our stop was the end of the line at 63rd and Stony where we then caught the number 5 Jeffery bus. A friend’s mother once told him never marry beneath your station. His first thought was why his mother would ever think he wanted to marry under the 63rd street station.

Case of first thoughts being great ones.