Just before 3 p.m., a few hours after the inaugural-train hoopla had ended — after the VIPs had departed, and the noontime first riders had taken their ride, and a lazy Saturday quiet had descended on the five new Silver Line stations — here came Michael Cohen and his wife, Rosanna, into the Spring Hill station, a structure so modern and airy and filled with light, it brings to mind an airport terminal.
“Gorgeous,” said Rosanna Cohen, 59, an interior designer.
“Really is gorgeous,” said her husband, also 59, a lobbyist in the Washington office of insurance giant AIG.
“Look,” Rosanna Cohen said, rubbing her right arm. “I have goosebumps.”
The two are native New Yorkers who’ve lived since 1986 in a house about a mile and a half from the Spring Hill station. They said not a day has passed since they left Manhattan that they haven’t longed for a subway stop nearby.
Michael Cohen grew up on the Lower East Side, Avenue A. “Subway to Central Park, subway to Brooklyn, subway to all five boroughs,” he said wistfully. “Every train: The 1, the 2, the double-R, the 7th Avenue subway, the express — you name it, I rode it. I mean, that’s all we did.”
For more than a quarter-century, he’s fighting Northern Virginia traffic into Washington from his home near the Vienna-Great Falls border. “Like New York traffic,” he said.
But no more. His and his wife’s subway has finally arrived.
They were awaiting a Silver Line train into the city, just to see how fast they could get there and back, looking ahead to many more such jaunts in the future — for dinners, for shopping, for the theater — without getting into a car.
“Whenever I’m New York, even now, I don’t go anywhere except on the subway,” Michael Cohen said. “Believe me, in a suit, tie, doesn’t matter. I’m on the subway.”
Standing on the Spring Hill platform, he watched a DC-bound train roll into the station. “I’ve been waiting for it for years,” he said.
– Paul Duggan