I took these quick snaps while waiting for a train in Bridgeport.
I had to go from DC to Waterbury and back to DC, in one day, to fetch a copy of my birth certificate due to the incompetence of the US State Department Passport Office, a place where no can be fired or demoted no matter what they do.
Anyway, the last time I was in the Bridgeport station, about 1974 I think, it was a massive Victorian style building as I recall, truly an enormous place or maybe it was just cavernous. It was lined with solid oak rows of chairs and the clerks were stowed away behind desks covered by fencing. It's gone now, a shame in a way. So much of that kind of Connecticut is gone forever.