Just a few things that have been on my mind lately:
Despite the Chicago Transit Authority getting ready to committ legal robbery without a gun (translation: fare hikes), someone up there FINALLY started thinking from a rider's point of view by introducing the bus tracker program.
I swear it was sent from heaven.
You go to www.ctabustracker.com, click on the "estimated arrival times" link, find the line that you want, choose the direction and pick the stop. And right there before your eyes you have about the next three buses for your stop.
And when you're online the bustracker counts down IN REAL TIME!
Sweet Baby Jesus.
If you're getting dressed in the morning or trying to get somewhere on time, this thing is a godsend.
You want to know what's better?
This handy little utility can be accessed from any web enabled phone.
Now be forewarned, all bus lines aren't on the bus tracker yet but the CTA keeps on adding more with regularity.
Finally a real use for GPS. My days of running for the bus are over
Seemingly the more things change, the more they stay the same.
While I won't have to run for the bus, it won't matter much as I'm sure I'll slip and fall on the sidewalk that Mt. Carmel is supposed to maintain.
Long time readers know that this isn't the first time I've had issue with the snow clearing on the north side of the street.
It took forever to finally get a nice sidewalk. Even longer to get it plowed when the snow fell.
We haven't quite worked our way up to getting salt, but eyes remain heavenward and heads bowed.
Most people are griping that the city will let their side streets remain snowy and slick. Since we're used to the streets turning into sheets of ice before the plows get to us I say to the rest of the city----welcome to the club. Welcome to being treated like the colored.
Now you know how the folks on this little two block strecth of Nirvana on the south side feel.
Now we're back to practically begging Mt. Carmel to do what they should be doing in the first place.
The salt---that once again should be voluntarily spread on the sidewalk---would be icing on the cake
But no here I am again writing about the maintenance, or lack thereof, of our neighbor across the street.
You would think that at an school that prides itself on instilling moral character in young men would show a little to their neighbors.