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Have you ever taken the 5:38am subway from JFK to LGA? You go right through the heart of the city. No, not Times Square, not Brooklyn. But Queens, Jamaica, Forest hills, Jackson Heights. You know, those boroughs that don’t show up on your friends instagram post. Its dirty, crowded, and gritty as hell. Packed full of the hard working men and women of every ethnicity known to man. Half of them covered with dirt on their boots from the day before. No, dirt from the 5 years from the day before. Because that’s how long they’ve been wearing those boots. The rats are out in full force because it’s still cool in the summertime. But not the drunks. Because this isn’t where the party’s at. It’s best to take this right of passage train on a Friday morning before the sun comes up. Because those are the people who’ve worked all week and got up to do it again. Hard hats on loose, shirt untucked, lunch in the bag. You want to know the men and women who keep this city alive. It’s right here on the 5:38 train straight through the soul of the city that never sleeps.