Let the Journey Begin

I’ve lived in Chicago for 13 loooong years.  Originally from the West Coast, I’ve been here long enough to now say I’m “from” here.  I honestly never imagined I’d be here this long, and even more honestly, I’m not really sure why I still stay.  Having a January birthday in this city means the closest thing you get to a pool party is participating in the Polar Plunge…though, with Lake Michigan mostly frozen at this time of year, that too would be a fantasy.  And for some reason ‘da Bears seem to have caught the “Biggest Let Down of the Year” flu bug from the Cubs (not to insinuate in any way, shape or form that I am a fan).  All’s I know is, they better start emulating the ’05 White Sox or I’ll be forced to write a personal letter…Dear Coach Lovie, where’s the love man!?  Sincerely, Disgruntled-former-Bears-fan-who-went-back-to-the-49ers…

Well, anyway, one of several great things I love about Chicago, aside from the Bears (sort of, when they play well, ok I’ll stop…), is the convenience of a mass transit, public transportation system.  Despite the on-again off-again fare hike controversy, and the arrival/departure delays, and the occasional derailments, and the ever-present peculiar odors, oh and the interesting crime rate…the “L” train is a truly convenient, cost-effective, easy-peasy way to not just get to work but explore a lively, multi-ethnic, multifaceted, world-class metropolitan city, filled to the brim with vitality, interaction, and a litany of things to do at any time of year.

Riding the “L” is, in itself, an adventure, in many ways but mostly in faith.  Faith that you’ll arrive safely at your intended destination, relatively on time, with wallet intact, no bodily harm, and no gum or mysterious wetness on the seat of your jeans [oh please Dear Jesus, let that be water].  So, ladies and gents, hang on to your children and keep your arms and legs inside this ride at all times – we’re off to explore the “L” train!  (please note that my blog posts, in retell my observations and personal experiences in public transportation, could likely contain socially or racially-charged snippets.  My intent is not to offend anyone in any way but rather, openly meditate on what I witness in order to try and understand the “how” and “why” that we are all filled with…even if we don’t admit it…So, comment at will!)