Thursday, March 16, 2006
There But For The Grace of God
The nicest part of the daily commute this month back and forth from Silicon Valley on Caltrain...
...is that it forces me away from the computer screen and either into the pages of a book (Agnes de Mille's series of autobiographies, starting with "Dance to the Piper")...
...or into meditating on the view outside.
The nastiest part of the commute is the San Francisco #47 Muni bus which travels down Van Ness Avenue to South of Market, stopping by the city jail and the homeless shelters before it reaches Caltrain.
On at least half of those trips, the bus is graced with at least one crazy person hauling bags upon bags of neither food nor clothing nor anything particularly useful, but precious junk nonetheless, sprawling across aisles and seats.
The gent above is the worst offender and I can't seem to go anywhere without sharing a Muni bus with him.
I can't complain, however, as I have a cozy apartment with a wonderful view...
...that includes protestors in front of the School District headquarters chanting "We Want A Contract!"