In the Bus Bag
Writing My Wrongs: Life, Death, and Redemption in an American Prison, by Shaka Senghor
Monthly Archives: October 2006
October’s Golden Transfer goes to the Tuckers–Sterling (aka “Daddy Tucker”), Danuelle (aka “Mommy Tucker”), Little Sterling, Shaun, and Steven–an Eastside family who put down the keys to their SUV and got on the bus this month.
It started with Daddy Tucker, who took an evening class in Seattle and chose a comfortable ride on a Sound Transit commuter bus over the bumper-to-bumper insanity on 520. Bus Nerd and I (both separately and together) ran into Daddy Tucker on the 545 on his way to class.
From the Associated Press:
A 15-year-old boy stole a bus, drove it along a public transit route, picked up passengers and collected fares, authorities said Sunday.
Wow. And I thought I was bad for dressing up as an old-school Metro driver for Halloween.
“I drove that bus better than most of the LYNX drivers could,” the teen, who is too young to drive legally, told a deputy after he was stopped and arrested. “There isn’t a scratch on it. I know how to start it, drive it, lower it, raise it.”
Evidently, he stole a …
From an article in the April, 1967 issue of the original Seattle Magazine (“Just This, or Rapid Transit, Too?”):
[Seattle Mayor] Braman makes it no secret that he wants to be remembered as the mayor who brought rapid transit to Seattle… His attempts to arouse public interest in the project date back to the spring of 1965…
If you want to get some real context, HistoryLink has several interesting articles about the history of transportation in Seattle. (You’ll find more if you use broader search terms than I did.) For a quick-and-dirty overview, they also …
Today I ran into my friendly neighborhood county councilman in the grocery store. We got to talking (brace yourselves for this shocking news) about transit and its importance in his (my) district. He told me that transit regularly ranks among his constituents’ top three priorities.
After I returned from the store, I got around to reading the Sound Transit E-Wave newsletter that’s been sitting in my inbox since Friday. (More shocking news: I sometimes get behind on my transit agency newsletters.) The “headline” story was a summary of the public comments Sound Transit has received about ST2 thus …
A reader from Milwaukee sent me this interactive “smell map” of the NYC subway system. Eww.
She also sent this comment:
What someone should do is have a map where it lists at this stop you have to get the oatmeal cookies from this bakery, from the next stop there’s a place that makes the best doggie biscuits, another stop has a place that’s infamous for its half-priced Monday night sushi… or something of the like. Now that would be grand!
In fact, there is such a map. There’s even one (perhaps in need of …
On my way home today, I had the rare good fortune to find an open double seat on the westbound 545. The seat was just a few rows back from the reserved section, a perfect location–except that it happened to be directly in front of one occupied by two of the funkiest individuals (stale cigarettes + alcohol + BO) ever to ride the route. I had to hold my breath (with the exception of a few desperate gasps inside my jacket) all the way to Montlake.
Note to self…
Bus Nerd encountered this lopsided seat on his ride to work yesterday:
He didn’t notice it was broken until he tried sitting in it and instead almost found himself lying in aisle. For the rest of the ride (from a safer location), he watched as person after person attempted to sit in the broken chair. Each time was the same: a brief moment of surprise, a struggle to remain upright, and then a sheepish, red-faced dash toward the remaining empty seats in the back. (A side …
I’ve been passing this graffiti for months now, and I finally decided to take a picture:
It’s on a building at 2nd & Main, (coincidentally?) just around the corner from Bikestation, and only a short walk from Metro’s main office. I guess not everyone is planning to attend the 2007 Seattle Auto Show.
It is a rainy morning, and the articulated bus is packed with soggy people. Hot breath is fogging up the windows, and coats and umbrellas are dripping water on the already slippery floor. At John, there are at least eight more people waiting to get on.
Instead of shouting at folks to make room, the driver tries a different tactic. He gets on the mic, and in his most pleasant voice, says, “If you are standing on this bus, and you are good looking, move back. If you are standing on this bus and you are not good looking, stay …