Now that the remodeling of King Street Station is finally completed, we can dream a little...

Do you see what I see? Yes, this would make an excellent venue for Elizabethan plays and readings. As we have Shakespeare in the park, we should consider Shakespeare in the train station. It's just the place for people dressed in ruffs, cloaks, corsets, stockings, codpieces, breeches, and the like. And just the place to hear this sort of thing...

As therefore the sweetest rose hath his prickle, the finest velvet his brack, the fairest flower his bran, so the sharpest wit hath his wanton will, and the holiest head his wicked way. And true it is that some men write and most men believe, that in all perfect shapes, a blemish bringeth rather a liking every way to the eyes, than a loathing any way to the mind.

How I can see and hear all of this happening inside of the renewed King Street Station.