Some 140 feet under Grand Central Terminal lies a city all its own. There are port-a-potties, tables littered with dusty water bottles, and graffiti on wooden planks. The air smells like wet concrete, and it’s so humid it’s like you’re navigating a rain forest filled with rebar. The construction noise is maddening.
Check out the accompanying article on WNYC to read more or listen to the radio spot on the East Side Access project.