I board the Number 3 train at Grand Army Plaza after 9 a.m. Find a seat, then settle into reading Henry James. I hear a woman’s voice gradually rising in volume. She is preaching the Lord’s word to the train car’s sleepy riders.... 'gay devils are going to hell'... There was only one thing I could do. 'If you all don’t lower your voices and cease calling me Satan, I will have to sing show tunes.'
And she does, and wins round the whole subway car, and ends up singing in harmony with a bunch of guys, all way to 34th street. It's a gas.