The Brooklyn brand is largely based on a shard of the borough unreflective of greater Kings County. Call it TV Brooklyn: where passably attractive young upstarts enjoy fabulish apartments on questionable incomes and nobody takes the L train much farther than the Lorimer stop -- unless someone’s friend’s band is playing near Jefferson/Wyckoff.
Turns out, the gray line snakes its way through Bushwick, Brownsville, Ridgewood, and Canarsie, shuttling throngs of New Yorkers just as reliant on its services as those living under the shadow of the Williamsburg Bridge.
Deeper Brooklyn commuters actually represent a larger population of L-dependees than those of Northern territory. And they’ll be positively screwed when the L train shuts down next year. To gather a few of their stories, we spent an evening at the Broadway Junction L station -- where Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, and Brownsville converge -- asking commuters who fall outside the boundaries of grey-line hipster martyrdom, how they’re going to fare without the L.
Apparently, it sucks just as much to lose your central form of transportation even if McCarren Park is not within kickball-throwing distance. Here’s what the unsung L straphangers had to say.