My first album of photos from the New York Transit Museum are not of printable quality. I'll have to play with settings that will allow me to upload photos that are suitable for 8x10s while remaining web-friendly in terms of load time for simple browsing.

The museum, which is a decommissioned subway stop, is a fascinating walk through of New York's bustling transit system, including subways, buses and trolleys that trace the city's social, cultural and technological history. Real subway cars from every generation are part of the permanent exhibit, so you can sit exactly how your parents and grandparents did. It's quite remarkable.

I tried to take a final pic of the gift shop, but a women was quick to tell me that photos are not allowed to be taken there. I asked her a simple question: How come? She replied, "That's just the way they want it." I hate when people say that. Like that satisfied my curiosity. At least admit your ignorance and say, "I don't know." Really, though, the correct response is, "I have no idea. I should have an idea because I know it's a rule that makes no sense on the surface, but I really have absolutely no idea."

Otherwise, the museum is great, though I do suggest the following exhibits for future consideration:

The Stink Man: A timeline of the smelliest subway bums that have curled up in corners and stunk up cars so bad that people crush themselves into adjacent ones.

Denied! Famous moments in NYC history when some nerd in a suit runs an half a block in 80-degree weather to catch a bus, only to have it pull away at the last second, leaving him huffing, puffing and sweating, but trying to look cool, as if everyone didn't just see him get punk'd by the bus driver.

Downblouse Jackpots: Those times when you're crammed into a car and you're stuck standing above a woman showing off her perfect cleavage. God, these moments are few and far between, but me and my buddy Brian will always have that long trip to Shea Stadium to remember, when we looked at each other and just started laughing at our luck.

Subway Rats: They should have a whole bunch of them running around a pen, where they feed off the graffitti "artists" who made our city look like a crime-ridden pile of shit in the 1970s.