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Nov. 1st, 2017 08:35 amLast night was the annual Halloween parade downtown. I've been aware of the parade for years, but I'd never been downtown at that time before. That changed last night. No, I wasn't going to the parade; I was trying to get home, via the bus as usual. Given the bus routes, this requires stopping off at the (downtown) transit center.
Traffic was, naturally enough, thoroughly clogged. The bus to the station was a few minutes late, but well ahead of the scheduled (8:20) arrival of the #19, which I take to get home. I stood at the #19 dock and waited. 8:10. 8:15. 8:20. 8:25. 8:30, and no sign of the bus. I spotted a supervisor who was radioing instructions to a driver, and walked over to ask him where the #19 was. He waved in the direction of a distant clot of traffic, saying that it was caught in that mess but should be here soon. I thanked him - I'd been contemplating the (unpleasant, on a cold October evening) idea of walking home - and went back to the dock.
A few minutes later, I heard a courteous, attention-drawing horn from the supervisor's car, and saw him waving to me from inside. Again I approached, and he told me to get in; I was the only one waiting for that bus, and he was going to tell it to turn around and begin the southbound run - he would get me where I needed to be. And this he did; at my request, he dropped me at Shop'n'Save, where I picked up a gallon of milk and headed home.
I've said it before: the drivers and supers for Madison County Transit are some of the best I've dealt with, in all the cities I've lived in.
Traffic was, naturally enough, thoroughly clogged. The bus to the station was a few minutes late, but well ahead of the scheduled (8:20) arrival of the #19, which I take to get home. I stood at the #19 dock and waited. 8:10. 8:15. 8:20. 8:25. 8:30, and no sign of the bus. I spotted a supervisor who was radioing instructions to a driver, and walked over to ask him where the #19 was. He waved in the direction of a distant clot of traffic, saying that it was caught in that mess but should be here soon. I thanked him - I'd been contemplating the (unpleasant, on a cold October evening) idea of walking home - and went back to the dock.
A few minutes later, I heard a courteous, attention-drawing horn from the supervisor's car, and saw him waving to me from inside. Again I approached, and he told me to get in; I was the only one waiting for that bus, and he was going to tell it to turn around and begin the southbound run - he would get me where I needed to be. And this he did; at my request, he dropped me at Shop'n'Save, where I picked up a gallon of milk and headed home.
I've said it before: the drivers and supers for Madison County Transit are some of the best I've dealt with, in all the cities I've lived in.
