I don’t think I have to say I have not been particularly heartened by anything I’ve seen since my return to the scene. One thing I experienced firsthand last week was the switch to AFC at Hynes. All I can say is I’m still amazed that so far this has been a bloodless transition. In fact, the way this system is being implemented—the brazen incompetence—the bald disregard for common sense—the in-your-face if-you-don’t-lke-it-then-walk attitude—we should be calling for that smug little weasel Grabauskas’s head on a freakin platter.
But then you get on the T and look around, and it’s like, Crikey, this is the muck at the bottom of the gene pool here. Somebody get the algaecide and the leaf rake quick! Seriously, look around. The T should be charging five bucks a trip. Ten. I mean, why not? Anyone with any self-respect has already found an alternative mode of transportation.
I know, maybe I’m being a little harsh, but I was on the T the other day and it was one of those morning rush hour trips where we rolled out of the station, got about ten feet and then stopped, sat for a minute, rolled another three feet, stopped again, and so on. It took us about twenty minutes to get from JFK to Andrew. It seriously would have been faster to walk. But you look around, and people were just, like, “what?” It’s business as usual.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. Just as a nation gets the leaders it deserves, and a park gets the squirrels it deserves, a city gets the subway it deserves. Suck it up, Boston.