Tag Archives: Transit

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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Encouraging Masks

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

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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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Mask Alert

The buses still require masking here,and most of them will give you one for free.But there’s no substitute for bearing gear;at end of day, they make no guaranteeyour bus will have one left – uncivillytoo many take too many and … Continue reading

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Good Penalized

I always travel light. I like to beas unencumbered as I can arrange.I want my back relaxed, my fingers free,and so for airplane comfort, I’ll exchangesome toiletries and extra shoes and gearfor compact case (I barely take enough).I savor foot … Continue reading

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Pit Stop

I travel nervously. I’m best alone,and any quiet helps me get along.I leave with time to spare – I check my phonetoo often and I stress I’ve scheduled wrong.So I appreciate the hidden zonebetween two terminals, away from throng,where there’s … Continue reading

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Buffer

Morose comes close to capturing the toneI first encountered entering their place.Initially the mood, in loading zone,was almost joyful, and the greeting facewore happy looks from mouth to curving eyes.But when we left the car to eat our foodI sensed … Continue reading

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Why I Ride

The afternoon was long, and I was tiredfrom baby care and talk and little sleep.“I’ll drive you home,” she thanked as she inquiredhow best to help me get to well-earned rest.But I refused the ride, for I desiredthe privacy of … Continue reading

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