In the Bus Bag
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Monthly Archives: July 2006
“…don’t do it in front of a camera.”
So was the advice of one of the six transit cops who busted a man and a woman in the process of such a transaction at the 3rd Avenue stop between James and Yesler.
Ladies and gentleman, there are cameras in bus shelters these days, even in some that are not across the street from courthouses. Just so you know.
On a serious note: The popularity of the show Cops has always baffled me. There is nothing more unpleasant than watching an arrest.
1) Beginning bus chicks and bus nerds can learn the ropes by watching this video on Metro’s website. Be warned: No one on the bus is that official or well-mannered. Besides, back in my day, we learned the old-fashioned way: trial, error, and a healthy dose of public embarrassment.
2) King County Television has a new show: Inside Transportation.
The new TV show features two groups of panelists …
And it looks like Detroiters are thinking bigger (transit-wise) than a tour of downtown attractions.
A transit system is essential for Detroit to grow and compete with other big cities such as Chicago and New York, said Kami Pothukuchi, associate professor of urban planning at Wayne State University.
The system moves people around once they get downtown, “but it’s certainly not an alternative for a transit system that …
On Saturday, I received a surprise in the mail from my future mother-in-law (too cool for that title and so to be known henceforth as “my Gail”). My Gail lives in Detroit, a city that, despite plans for a fabulous new Rosa Parks Transit Center, is not known for its buses. It is, however, a city known for its cool t-shirts, and my Gail managed to find me the coolest one of all. It has a picture of a vintage 53, a route that travels the length of Woodward Avenue, one of the longest of Detroit’s very …
Yesterday, Busnerd and I had to go to Northgate to run an errand. We started our trip on the 48 and spent about 20 minutes of the ride sitting behind a pretty standard instance of college bus luh: a jock-looking guy and a ponytailed girl, holding hands, rubbing each other’s shoulders and thighs, and kissing occasionally. We caught the 16 at 82nd and Wallingford (incidentally, in front of my youngest brother Joel‘s old high school) and rode with a few more couples to Northgate Way and 5th Ave NE. The store we visited was also filled …
Jim Moore is a person who lives his job. A service planner for Sound Transit, the man will take public transportation anywhere: from Seattle to Anacortes, from Lake Quinalt to Seattle, and even from Seattle to Brewster (near Okanagan).
On Friday, to test the integration of the Sounder commuter train with one of Skagit Transit’s newest bus routes, Jim (and two other Sound Transit employees), completely of their …
I’m on one right now. Seriously. I’m on a “public transportation adventure” to Mount Vernon (more later). Who knew they had wireless on these things?
Sound Transit board approval? Check!
From today’s PI: “Light rail chosen to link Seattle, Eastside”
Next step: taxpayer approval
The Eastside rail service, projected to cost up to $3.9 billion for an 11-mile route from downtown Seattle to Redmond, would be part of the second phase of the regional transit agency’s development, stretching over the next 20 years. It is expected to be among the projects that Sound Transit will submit to voters in its service area in a tax package next year.
If all goes well, we should have light rail to the Eastside before …
We are barely past Harborview. Exasperated, Ms. Back-of-the-Bus announces to her friends, “We just ended up on the slowest bus in Seattle.”
So it is on the 4, my friend.
A woman in the back, too intoxicated to know she is embarrassing herself, is yelling at her friends, who are also too intoxicated to know she is embarrassing herself. The tone is good natured, but the content is inappropriate: sexually explicit, violent, and generally vulgar. The rest of us sit in silence, some amused, most embarrassed for her. At around 7th & James, her hollering escalates to NBA finals/Prince concert levels, and the subject matter changes.
“I’m a Mohawk, people! Capeesh? A Mohawk. Capeesh? Yep, Mohawk. Capeesh? Capeesh? Capeesh? Caaaaaaa-peeeeeeesh?”
At a break in the hollering, a Spanish-speaking man …