Taking the #4 bus to Portland today because going on the summer outing at work, the “booze cruise” around Casco Bay.
The bus is always an adventure. Always late when you are on time, on time or early when you are late.
Some interesting people, sometimes good conversations. Often oddballs, often people talking on cell phones. Different ages, different cultures, different classes.
The iPod helps you tune it out. A good book. The free paper like the Portland Daily Sun.
Today nice conversation with someone who works at Portland Pie in Westbrook and couldn’t afford a car right now. Lucky that he has a bus line that goes in the right direction. Transportation forms settlement patterns. With the car it means people settle everywhere without transit hubs. How different things would be if the streetcar stayed dominant.
Little frustrations, or kind of big ones. A Dr. Pepper bottle exploding with a fountain on the floor and my jeans, so it goes. Glad I followed Douglas Adams advice today and carried a towel.
Buses allow observation. Buses let you experience people in your transport. I think this is one of the reasons people don’t like the bus. There is people being loud, people being crazy, people who don’t fit in well with society. People, people, people!!
I am glad I live close to a bus line. That I can go into Portland without a car, not have to worry about parking, can look around not at the road. That I can have a few drinks at a party and go home in my wife’s car.
And it’s not bad. The air conditioner is working well. I had a towel to pick up my spill. It’s a nice day. The bus was close to on time, only 5 minutes late. And I am listening yo some nice classical music on my iPod while the bus makes its drive down Brighton avenue. Life ain’t bad.