Category Archives: Transit

BART Whiz

The station seemed unclean, as did the trainI boarded Saturday a week ago.The weather was inclement – chilly rain.The passengers were sodden, rags on showand bags abundant. Homeless they appeared,exhausted and not loud at 10 a.m.Nobody bothered me or acted … Continue reading

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Blue on Blue

I’ve ridden rails for over 50 years,and often disapproved of how they spendtheir funds, complain of loss, and cringe at fearsof deficit while eating each stipend.But now with age and Covid, it appearsthe stress is real, while contractors extendenhancements pre-approved, … Continue reading

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Big Kids on Little Seats

I ride the bus with students frequently,and here’s an observation lately made.They’re college kids, who quite compliantlybehave like every rule must be obeyed.They seem to read the caution that’s displayed –Stay seated till we do not move at all –as … Continue reading

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The Relative Traveler

“I can’t keep track of where you are,” Mom said.My brother asked, “You’re flying off again?”My oldest friend observed I often headup north to spend some days with family.I have no wanderlust. In fact I dreadmy absence from the nest … Continue reading

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After an Early Task

Exertion that’s required can produceexquisite feeling after it is done.I had to leave my home and put in usecommuting skills, too early to be fun.My coffee I’d the tactic to reduce(so bladder pressure ratcheted to none).Two hours later I attained … Continue reading

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Encouraging Masks

Does your mask despair?The positive sign at BARTaddresses that plight.

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How to Jaywalk

The kids today may need a jaywalk class.They’re inattentive, and the traffic’s dense.It takes an age of walking to amasspedestrian abilities. I senseapproaching drivers who will rudely pass.I harbor busy street intelligence.But all the years I lived to learn the … Continue reading

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Travel Pt 2

Exaggerating yesterday – indeed,there’s more for me to travel than return.The treks and touring always seem to feedimagination. Sure each time I yearnfor home, but my displacement plants a seedthat after-nurture sprouts. And so I learn.It discombobulates, but could be … Continue reading

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Travel

It’s never been unmitigated funto travel to or with my family.That’s not because of them or anyoneoutside myself – the issue is with me.I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,as far as I recall, all company.Except (and here’s the … Continue reading

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Bad Transit (or: Shit Show)

I like the train for the diversity,and also cause it lets me drive nowhere,but sometimes a repellant qualityconfronts and makes the journeying unfair.The mass I noticed in the bathroom sinkwas not a bean puree, I dread to think,and though the … Continue reading

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