During my increasingly lengthy “between full time job” stints, I always flagellate myself into regretting I never learned to drive. Car services always have the need for drivers. I’m told acquiring a taxi medallion is nearly impossible because they are astronomical in price (why, then, aren’t cab drivers all rich?)
While meandering aimlessly in the Queens Plaza area, I shot one of a pair of signs on a building where 31st Street separates from Northern Boulevard. In this part of town, ST stands for the STillwell exchange.