233rd Street is a local station on the IRT White Plains Road Line of the New York City Subway. It is located in the Bronx at the intersection of 233rd Street and White Plains Road. It is served by the 2 train at all times and the 5 train during rush hours in the peak direction.
This elevated station, opened on March 31, 1917, contains three tracks and two side platforms. The center express track is not normally used in revenue service. Both platforms have beige windscreens and red canopies supported by green frames and columns in the center. They also have yellow ADA tactile strips on their edges. These were all installed during a Spring 2006 rehabilitation. On either ends, both platforms have black, steel, waist-high fences with white lampposts at regular intervals. The station signs are in the standard black name plates with white lettering.
This station has one elevated station house below the tracks and platforms. Two staircases and one elevator from each platform go down to a waiting area/crossover, where a turnstile bank and two exit-only turnstiles provide access to/from the subway system. Outside fare control, there is a token booth and two staircases going down to either northern corners of White Plains Road and East 233rd Street. There is also an elevator going down to the northwest corner. The three elevators make the station ADA-accessible.
The 2006 artwork here is called Secret Garden: There's No Place Like Home by Skowmon Hastanan. It consists of stained glass panels on the platform windscreens and station house depicting plants, fruits, and trees. It is associated with the New York Botanical Garden.
Famous quotes containing the words street, white, plains and/or road:
“The question confronting the Church today is not any longer whether the man in the street can grasp a religious message, but how to employ the communications media so as to let him have the full impact of the Gospel message.”
—Pope John Paul II (b. 1920)
““It looks as if
Some pallid thing had squashed its features flat
And its eyes shut with overeagerness
To see what people found so interesting
In one another, and had gone to sleep
Of its own stupid lack of understanding,
Or broken its white neck of mushroom stuff
Short off, and died against the windowpane.””
—Robert Frost (1874–1963)
“We hold on to hopes for next year every year in western Dakota: hoping that droughts will end; hoping that our crops won’t be hailed out in the few rainstorms that come; hoping that it won’t be too windy on the day we harvest, blowing away five bushels an acre; hoping ... that if we get a fair crop, we’ll be able to get a fair price for it. Sometimes survival is the only blessing that the terrifying angel of the Plains bestows.”
—Kathleen Norris (b. 1947)
“Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think”
—T.S. (Thomas Stearns)