I asked a chap at the doorway of the bus station. I said, “How do I get to Harlem?”  I had a very little, small bag with a couple of — three pairs of pants, some shirts, and that’s about the size of it. Maybe one jacket, but not for winter.  We’ll get to that.  So he said, “Well, you go right down those steps, and you just go to 116th Street.” And I said, “Okay.”  So I go down the steps, and I said, “What I do?” when I got down there.  And I watched people.  They would come and they would put something in the little thing for the turnstile.  And the guy upstairs had said to me, “Then you’ll take the train.” And I said to myself, “Wait a minute.  Train?  Under the ground?  That doesn’t make any sense.”  And it certainly didn’t make any sense to me.  A train under the ground?  But anyway, I went through the ritual and I hear this rumbling, and it scared me.  And along comes this train. And I saw people putting a nickel — and in those days it was a nickel or something — in and they’d go through the turnstile.  Well, I was always courageous in a way, some ways.  And I go through the turnstile and I got, as he told me — 116th Street.  So I got on the train. And every time it stopped, I was amazed.  How could it be running under the ground?  Makes no sense to me.  But I’m alert, and I’m sitting there.  And I see the station comes up, 116th Street.  And I jumped off, and I walked and followed people going up the steps. And I walked out at 116th Street and 8th Avenue, and I was in Harlem.