Category Archives: Transit

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Posted on April 28, 2021 by sputterpub

I hope it’s like a muscle memory –the ease with which I ride a bus or train.I’m sure the skills will soon come back to me,although it’s been four hundred seven dayssince I had public transit liberty.My kids were Covid-cautious, … Continue reading →

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Threatless

Posted on July 11, 2020 by sputterpub

(A Pre-Covid Piece) Commuting yesterday, at nearly noon, I noticed I felt free and oddly fine. I focused on surroundings then, and soon observed that every vista seemed benign. Though weather’s weird, the air was warm and clear. Though politics … Continue reading →

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The Ugly Ride

Posted on October 28, 2019 by sputterpub

It’s true the bus is short and takes a route less popular than others near my place, and I was riding outside the commute hours, but noting every boarding face, it struck me how unhandsome and unfit my fellow passengers … Continue reading →

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Slowbility

Posted on October 22, 2019 by sputterpub

I think I get more patient as I age. I’ve gained perspective through the mounting years. But sometimes I’m consumed with inner rage at visible unfitness in my peers. I see the signs of metabolic waste, ungainly fat that pools … Continue reading →

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The Door Handle

Posted on August 22, 2019 by sputterpub

Invited to a lunch I couldn’t duck, I thought I’d make the transit nice for me. I’d stroll to BART and ride, and then I’d tuck another walk in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay. So I made use of … Continue reading →

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Divergence

Posted on June 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m used to mendicants on streets and trains, exposed to dirty butts and putrid scents, implored in every way to spare some change – in public transit I’ve experience. But I was just accosted by a guy, light black, soft-spoken, … Continue reading →

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Mid-Day Commute

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round, and bought two bags of apricots en route. I shopped for salad and I also found some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit and cream and greens, I caught a … Continue reading →

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A Bus Gap

Posted on December 6, 2018 by sputterpub

I fell into a bus hole yesterday. Conveyances that should have stopped near me six times an hour suffered some delay (although the suffering appeared to be confined to would-be passengers instead of buses, drivers, transit employees). I had a … Continue reading →

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Myriad

Posted on July 12, 2018 by sputterpub

The sages say it takes ten thousand hours for someone to acquire expertise. While talent may be there at birth, the powers in success require practice to increase. And though you’ve walked since you were one year old, your average … Continue reading →

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Bad Driver

Posted on July 9, 2018 by sputterpub

You’ve always been unfocused when you drive. It can’t be blamed on age or your disease. The wonder is you’ve managed to survive with jerky hands and eyes. Activities requiring close attention never suit your empathetic gifts for social good. … Continue reading →

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