Showing posts with label transportation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label transportation. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

NOMCY.

Not on My Commute, Yo.

I went yesterday evening to what I thought was a community meeting on the proposed Union Pacific North Line project on the Northside. I was expecting a song-and-dance from the folks at Metra and UPRR about the work that needs to be done, how they’re going to attack it, blah-de-blah. There are a couple of things about the project that I think are worth noting, by way of some backstory on the project itself:
  • There are several bridges that the train travels over – it’s elevated in the city – that are 100 years old. Damn, that’s old. As one might guess, these bridges need work. I can’t argue with this; I want to have a safe commute.
  • I commute primarily from the Ravenswood Station. Metra has noted that this is the busiest station on the UP-N line, which sounds about right, given the traffic I see day in and day out. For being such an important station, it’s not available to a number of people because the current station is not ADA-compliant. Plus, the shelters suck. Busy station + crappy station + need to be accessible = We’re getting a new station. Staffed. With a ramp and much more overhead coverage to protect us from Chicago weather. Again, this is something we can pretty much agree is a good thing. I can’t argue with this, either.
Here’s what I WILL argue with, though: Last night’s meeting was not met for the majority of people who commute via the Ravenswood Station. As my good friend @ProfSwyers put it, after hearing from me about the meeting for all of about 30 seconds, “Oh. That meeting was for the NIMBYs.” Not in My Backyard. The audience of that meeting was the people who live along Ravenswood Ave. This was a meeting to allay their fears about the construction, the noise, the landscaping, the drainage, the parking (theirs and commuters), etc. Even the Tribune described it as a forum to display “plans to rebuild bridges and embankments along Metra's Union Pacific North Line,” a forum to display plans of what the NIMBYs will have right next door.

The meeting was no Q&A, like I’d hoped. Instead, the meeting was 10 or so posters presenting plans for proposed work at different intersections along Ravenswood Ave. There were before and after drawings of the embankments, the parking, and the landscaping. There were numbers of parking spaces and square feet of greenery pre- and post-construction. There was only one posterboard devoted to the station itself; I found it rather uninformative, other than it telling me that the station would be south of Lawrence Ave., where the current (old) station is. As a commuter, I found the meeting to be pretty much useless.

So, like a good PITA (Pain in the Ass, while I’m dropping acronyms), my comment sheet was full of questions. Lots and lots of questions. Here are just a few:
  • How are changing traffic patterns along Ravenswood Ave. going to affect commuters, particularly cyclists?
  • What effect will there be, in terms of the schedules, for the construction of and switching to and from, the new third track, which is making it possible for the north and southbound trains to not be constrained to one track?
  • What amenities will the station have? Does the public have input on them?
  • Will there be increased or decreased numbers of bike racks?
  • Are there community organizations that are committed to partnering in maintaining the landscaping, like the Andersonville Gardens? What about stretches of the train landscaping along industry or in areas with high rental numbers? (I got the idea they want to turn the landscaping over to communities to maintain. Um, what?)
I followed up my questions with a critique of the meeting. Yeah, I’m THAT person. You need to know, though, that there was very little time and publicity for us to voice our concerns the first go around with this project, when they decided they were going to take one of the two tracks offline during construction. The schedule changes were, well, awful. And you know, we could have rolled with a lot of this stuff. Like I noted above, we commuters want to know that we’ll be safe on our trains. Schedule changes? Inevitable. But these were unmanageable. Not only did the times make it more difficult to get to work on time, the trains weren’t on time. The City of Evanston threw a fit about service to the Central Street Station, and eventually, Metra walked away with its tail between its legs, muttering “back to the drawing board.” Having gone through that mess, when we felt helpless and frustrated and ignored, you might understand why a forum for commuters to give input might have been a good idea. People just need to feel like they’re being heard. And, putting those poster drawings online would enable a lot more people to comment, since the window to view the plans was actually pretty short.

But us? We don’t own property along Ravenswood Ave. This project might not be in my backyard, but it’s a substantial part of my work life, as someone who doesn’t have the option to drive because of a disability. I spend 90 minutes every day on those trains, so I’m a little interested in knowing how this project is actually going to affect me. Maybe I should buy a million-dollar house on Ravenswood Ave. and find out.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

what I've been doing when I haven't been blogging

Yeah, yeah, yeah...  I haven't blogged in awhile. I've had a good excuse; it's called life.

Work -- It's been busier than ever, but there are silver linings in that dark cloud. I've been busy because our first-year students are seeking out the help they need. That's never a bad thing. And! We're hiring another person to do academic support, which is amazing (and means I'll not be so crazybusy in the future).

So, here's what's actually interesting -- I LOVE my urban planning class, which I'm taking at University of Illinois at Chicago.  Fascinating stuff, kids! Lemme tell you what I've been up to with that:

I did an observation paper on the changing patterns of riders on the CTA's Purple Line Express trains.

I'm currently working on an economic analysis paper about a commercial block in my neighborhood. That research involves reading about my neighborhood's history and looking into info on several businesses on that block. I recently finished reading a study of the local impact of local businesses versus chain retailers, looking specifically at my neighborhood and at least 1 of the businesses I'm studying.  Both this project and my observation project are classic urban planning projects.

As a class, we have an ongoing project, doing planning in a real-life community.  We're working in North Lawndale with the Lawndale Christian Development Corporation, who has an affordable housing project underway on 16th St. Our project is helping them to plan for use of vacant lots along 16th.


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Specifically, my group of 5 is looking at the neighborhood demographics and the project's stakeholders.  About a month-and-a-half ago, a handful of us went to a community meeting at the local police station and got a picture of who we're working with.  On Saturday, we're meeting with a bunch of our stakeholders to listen to what they want for 16th St.. We'll also tour the affordable housing that LCDC is constructing and take a look at the strip of 16th that we're working with.  We're working with real people in a real community in the city that I love.  This semester, we're only scratching the surface on this project, but even that is a real cool experience.

I'm so glad I'm taking this class.  It's hitting on so much of what interests me about urban studies and giving me an idea of what's out there -- academic and otherwise.  I'm also really enjoying my classmates.  There's the guy who interned with the Chicago Housing Authority, who I'm entertained by, even if I don't usually agree with him.  There's the guy who lives in my neighborhood, who's also doing his economic analysis on the neighborhood.  He and I have shared resources for the project. There's K, who, dare I say?, is my first UIC friend. She's working on the demographics project with me, and we met last weekend to talk census data, which I worked with when I took my Chicago geography class in the summer of 2009.  I got to teach her about how to get the data, and we talked about what we're looking for and what we're doing with the data.  When we digressed over coffee, she told me about the epidemiology of violence (see this project, for example) course she's taking, which was totally fascinating.

I was talking to a friend last night about her recent crush and the excitement and giddiness that comes along with that.  Honestly, I think I have some of that going on when it goes to what I'm working on. I really like it.  I'm challenged and stimulated.  I have things to say, and my opinion is relevant.  It's nice to be pushing my mind to work in these ways and to be academically engaged.  I have no idea what I'm going to take next semester, but I'm looking forward to the next challenge.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

the world is lovely when you're sleeping (and I'm not)

I'm one of those people who prefers to work at night, when the world has gone quiet. Finally, then, I'm able to think, to speculate, to ponder, and to just write. My academic genius muse works third shift.

This in mind, it's no surprise that I'm not a morning person.  Not at all.  I hate mornings, in fact.  I'd love to stay up till 2am and wake up for the day at 10am.

And yet, here I am, in the office at 7am, after having not left campus last night until after 8pm.  For those playing along at home, that means I got home last night at 9:45pm, woke up at 4:30am, and boarded a train at 5:58am.

That train at nearly 6am is a beautiful thing.  Metra calls it the Sunrise Express, which is apt -- we watch the sunrise while zooming past a number of stops.  The train ride is about half an hour, which shaves at least 15 minutes off the normal commute. And, it's gets us to campus -- with a stop at Starbucks first -- just before 7am.

At 7am, all the little college kids are still sleeping. The town is quiet. The campus is very, very quiet. This is the time of day that people snap photos of deer who boldly venture with their young onto our lush, green campus.

The city, too, was quiet, both walking home last night and walking to the train this morning. At night, I usually stick to the main roads on the walk home, but train construction has lead to the opening of a new train platform, north of Lawrence Ave.. In the interest of time, which is indeed precious at 10pm, it's faster to exit at the north end of the platform and continue along Ravenswood Ave. and through the residential western part of my neighborhood.  Walking the quiet streets in the dark (though with ample street light) always makes me hear my worried mother, fretting about me waking home alone.  Sure, something bad could happen, but that could happen at any point at any time. I choose to walk home, head high and unafraid.

At day's end, I'll again travel home in the dark, having gone with members of the awesome class* I'm taking to do some fieldwork, and I'll rise even earlier than I did today to head out to do some field observations alone.  Like all the nights in grad school that I stayed up late to write, I'll enjoy the quiet that settles in as I walk to the train, the lovely silence quieting the noises in my brain, letting me enjoy simply being in the city I love.

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* I'm taking an introductory course in urban planning at the University of Illinois at Chicago (UIC).  it's a mixed undergraduate/graduate class at the 400 level, so while we're discussing material that's new to many, it's still rigorous, engaging, and one of the best parts of my Mondays and Wednesdays. Everyone asks, "So, are you doing another degree?" to which I reply, "Right now, I'm just taking a class." My future is on this path...somewhere. I'm just enjoying the journey and discovery this semester.

Monday, August 9, 2010

I had my toothbrush with me; I should have made myself at home.

The suburbs are a whole different adventure from the city. For reals. I experience both on an almost-daily basis, and I always feel relief when I exit the commuter train at my neighborhood stop in the city.

Little public transportation is the biggest problem I have with the suburb in which I work. And when I say "little," I mean pretty much nothing besides the commuter train. After all, rich people all drive.

With a work meeting at 9:30 and appointments in the city at 1 and at 3, my day looked something like this:
10:45 -- meeting is finally over, and I leave my office to meet my friend D. The commuter train we take, which is walking distance from our campus, doesn't run a southbound train in the 11 o'clock hour. I wish I was kidding. D agreed to drive me across town to the other train line.
11:10 -- arrived at the west train stop
11:20 -- boarded my train. I have a monthly train pass for unlimited rides, but it's still kind of a naughty thrill whenever my ticket doesn't get checked. That happened today.
12:25 -- arrived downtown at Union Station, where I promptly grabbed some junk (read: fast food) for lunch. After lunch, I wandered out to catch the bus.
12:45 -- FINALLY a bus arrives. I watched 3 fly past while waiting to cross the Clinton St. to the bus stop. I hate feeling rushed, but that looked like an unavoidable problem today. I didn't have too far to go, maybe a mile, but it was 90 degrees and humid. I wasn't going to walk.
1:00 -- I rolled in right on time.
1:30 -- I rolled out in plenty of time. And then I waited. And waited. And finally a Blue Line train arrived, running express from Racine (my stop) to Jackson. I love when I'm fortunate enough to get on an express train that's not going to bypass my stop. That always happens when I'm on a Red Line train heading express -- it starts its express stint at Wilson, two stops south of mine and truly walking distance from the house.
2:20 -- I rolled in early for my dentist appointment and was out of there in an hour. Golden. Except for the part about me waiting for the Brown Line forever to head north.

Between 10:45 and 3:30, I went from my office to Lincoln Park, essentially, with only two real stops in between. That's crazy to me.

Sometimes, I feel like I spend my whole life on trains. On days like today, that's actually pretty true.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

what the new blog name means, at least today

This has been one of those weeks were the world pauses for moments during which I'm nearly moved to tears when I think about the fact that I live in a city that I love.

I waited for my friend D on Tuesday morning, staring out the front door of our three-flat to the gentle rain on our city street. He lives in the city. The two friends of ours who would also ride to work with us live in the city. None of us live within what I think of as walking-distance of one another (I'd bike it easily, though). We all live in spots where a lot of what we do and need happens within less than a mile of where our homes. We all live in this city of nearly three million people, and on that Tuesday morning, the distance between us seemed small, thinking about the four of us drawn together by our jobs initially and now by our friendship. In such a big place, where I don't even know my neighbors' names, I know a handful of people I could call in the middle of the night who would be there if I asked them to be.

On days when the weather is bad, I know my mother thinks of me, worries about me walking in the rain or the snow, when she walks to her garage and drives her car to work. I walk 3/4 of a mile to the commuter rail, and I'm carless by circumstance -- it was never a choice. I have friends, though, for whom it is a choice, and they, too, make the trip to the commuter train, which we ride thirty miles to work.

City life is different. When you live your life without a car, it's just how you live your life. I think people who are used to driving can't understand why we would make this choice or why we don't feel our lives would be fundamentally improved by driving. I think of it as weighing out your options. Is it a bigger hassle for me to walk to the train than it is for someone to drive to work? Sure, when the weather's bad, I'm sure that it is a bigger hassle, if we were to put them on a scale. But, I'm free of other hassles drivers have, like the maintenance of a car, the cost of auto insurance, the price of gas, the headache of traffic. Maybe that balances out what hassles I face. Maybe the freedom to bike places is a pleasure I have that you don't. Maybe the environment is a little better because some of us take the train or the bus or move under our own motion.

These are all such big life issues, and yet, it's all so simple to me in ways. I love where I live and with whom I live. I love the city that separates us and brings us together. I may groan at the time spent on the train, until I think of all the laughs and tears my friends and I have shared in those moments.

I'm just really happy in Chicago. This is one of those weeks when I know that with absolute certainty.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

"My baby takes the morning train..."

Few things geek me out more than urban transit. I accept that I'm an oddity, but I really do love it.

Today in geeky transit goodness: We're setting up an email list for folks on campus who ride the Metra. The list started as an email list for commuters to relay information, and it's growing to include people who live near the College but make use of the Metra for fun. Within an hour-and-a-half of sending out a simple email about the list that asked people if they'd like to join, I already have 31 people on the list. And, I know there are others out there.

All of this started with one professor, who got in touch with a few other train commuters to see if they wanted to join him in asking our President to ask the city to do a better job salting the sidewalks. A total of 22 people were in on that plea, and the networking involved in that showed that we really do lack a means of communicating with one another as a group -- oftentimes because we just don't know who all is out there.

I think the thing that makes me most excited today is the prospect of power in numbers. We're a forgotten population, both around campus and in the greater community, and with this growing network of folks, the potential for mobilizing change also grows. One day, we may indeed have some love from the RTA for the reverse commuters. Today, I'll take the campus love for the email list.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

noteworthy, I suppose

1. I was in the Red Eye this morning. Ha! I submitted a comment to "Hey CTA!" in response to Kyra Kyles's article yesterday on the expansion of the bus tracker system, and she ran it. I'm so famous.

2. According to HigherEdJobs.com, it looks like I'm pretty much in line with other professionals in salary. I can't complain, especially with the raise I took to come here from Cathoicland.

3. OMG 70 degree weather! I had a WWMD?* moment when deciding whether or not to wear sandals, and then I thought that in such situations, Merdie would ALWAYS vote yes for sandals. It wasn't bad, really, being out this morning when it was still in the 40s. I can't wait till I have to walk across campus later on and can enjoy the warm sunshine. (Boy, that's not something I say very often!)

4. H is sharing the love, so we're going to a Cubs game on Sunday. Yay!

5. I booked the hotel for my conference trip to Reno this summer and saved just under 50% more than the conference rate. Ha! Winner! That means I'm totally getting internet when I'm there. I hate how the fancyschmancy hotels make you pay for freakin' everything. I do think they have a Starbucks in the hotel, which means I can have coffee, at least, and maybe some real breakfast, unlike the PopTarts I chowed on at last year's conference.

* What Would Merdie Do? In grad school, she and I actually had a moment where we were trying to get into a concert and both thought to ourselves--and then aloud--"What would [rhetoric professor] do?" That professor had talked a friend's way into a concert while we watched in awe.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

it was so much worse than they said

For the second day in a row, I got to work at 10. Today was through no fault of my own.

I woke up and then got up about 15 minutes early. Thank gawd I did.

At 6:30, I checked out the train advisories after hearing of an inbound delay from a crash earlier in the morning. I found out that no trains were running between downtown and Evanston (first suburb north of Chicago). Trains were running between Evanston and the North Shore suburbs, which meant I'd have to go to Evanston to get on the train. This adds extra travel time of close to half an hour because we're half a mile off the L and because it would take 2 L trains to get up there. I called H to let her know what was going on, and we agreed to meet at the Davis Street station.

The train we normally take departs Davis at 7:50. I arrived at 7:40, and H made it about five minutes later. Several southbound trains made it past as a community of stranded northbound travelers began to form. Apparently, Metra decided to not (or to at least stop) turning trains around at Davis since they were able to open one track to run through the city and wanted to get the rush our commuters in.

Unfortunately, this left us reverse commuters stranded.

We finally left Davis sometime around 8:30. At that point, our northbound train had been sitting south of Clyborn Station for 55 minutes, according to the announcement, to let the southbound trains through.

Some people stayed, I guess. Others turned around and went home. H and I had coffee and croissants and waited for a prof friend we were able to reach, who was sweet enough to come pick us up and take us with her to campus. (She, too, would have been taking the train.)

I missed the most important thing I had on my calendar, a 9:00 collaborative meeting with a student and staff from the Counseling Center. I was at least able to call and let Counseling know what was going on and what my take on things is.

I'll be interested to read Tim's blog on the event, as it turns out he was on that train at Clyborun, which was stopped for 90 minutes.

And, after all of this, the Tribune doesn't even have updated information about this shitty, shitty travel day. Their last update is from 8:25.
Metra's UP North Line resumes service after fatality

THE BLOTTER

8:25 AM CDT, April 1, 2008


Metra trains on the commuter rail's Union Pacific North Line between downtown Chicago and the northern suburbs were up and running Tuesday morning after temporary delays were caused when a train struck and killed a pedestrian on Chicago's North Side.

The trains had been temporarily halted after the pedestrian was struck near the Clybourn Avenue station, officials said.

A Cook County medical examiner's office spokesman said the victim was an unidentified male, and could provide no further information.

Three trains headed toward downtown from Winnetka—Nos. 310, 312 and 316—were canceled due to the incident, Metra said on its Web site.

Train No. 312, which was scheduled to depart downtown at 7:25 a.m. may experience delays of up to 20 minutes in the vicinity of the crash site, according to the Web site.

Train No. 313, which was scheduled to depart downtown at 7:04 a.m., is currently running about seven minutes behind schedule, according to the site.

Jeremy Gorner, Tribune reporter

Copyright © 2008, Chicago Tribune

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

I hate our governor

I can't even be happy about all the good he's done for women's health. Right now, he's pissing me the hell off.

We're now four days away from Doomsday for transit cuts without revised state funding. And you know what? Last week, the legislature approved a tax increase to end the crisis...and the governor wouldn't sign it. Instead, he inserted an amendment to it that all seniors ride free and sent it back to the legislature. It's a nice idea in theory, but a bill that could have passed last Friday now sits, waiting for the legislature to approve it--approving it the first time was a narrow margin.

And so here we are. A good--though depressing--graphic was in the paper this morning, showing the effect of the loss of 81 bus routes (that's more than half) on the city.

To recap, that damage represented by those maps is the governor's fault, at least for this week (and in my book). And being the jerk he is, he added insult to injury yesterday when he told seniors to "hold your nose and take a bus for free." *blink* If I worked for the CTA, I would be HIGHLY offended. Hell, being a rider, I'm highly offended. What does he think about the transit system of Chicago? Apparently, he thinks it stinks from the funk you can only imagine...urine, vomit, and Gawd Forbind....the homeless! (note sarcasm) No wonder he's not in a hurry to fund the CTA. He obviously hasn't paid any attention to the work Ron Huberman (my CTA crush--I can admit it) has done to make the system more efficient and cleaner. (The first time I rode on a Red Line train with a newly waxed floor, I was afraid to set my shopping bags down for fear it was wet...no, it wasn't wet, it was just that clean.

If you can stomach his rhetoric and get through this without laughing yourself silly at his craptastic hair, you can hear the advice to seniors straight from the ass's horse's mouth.

As for me, I guess I'll get a helmet, find my bike somewhere in my mom's basement, and fork over the extra $10.80/month it's going to cost me to ride the train to work because Metra got a raw deal, too.

Fuck you, Rod Blagojevich.

Monday, January 7, 2008

a letter to my state legislators

I'm sending this through SaveChicagolandTransit, though I may print and mail it, too.

I'm taking the time to not send the typical form message preprinted here because of how important transit it to me--I want you to know that by my taking the time to write this. I hope you'll take the time to read it.

I'm legally blind. I can see well enough to read regular books, but I don't see well enough to drive. My vision problem is genetic and cannot be corrected.

I grew up in Kankakee, where I had to rely on friends and family for rides. They implemented their current bus system after I started college.

I attended college in Decatur, where I again primarily relied on friends for rides, though I did take the bus there occasionally.

I did my graduate school work at Illinois State, where I lived in the town of Normal and relied heavily on the bus system to get me to and from the university and for running errands. For big things, like grocery shopping, I primarily relied on friends.

When I searched for a job after graduate school, moving to Chicago was my dream. I knew I needed to be in a city with a good public transit system, and I hoped for a job in Chicago. My dreams were realized.

I've been living in the city for almost four years now and depend on the CTA for my trips to and from work, to and from the grocery store and Target, to and from friends', and to and from fun and cultural destinations throughout the city.

When I say that I "depend" on the CTA, I mean that. Because of my low vision, I'm too nervous to ride a bike around the city for fear of being hit by a car. I'll never be able to drive a car, and if I could, I would still take public transportation because I believe in the benefits to the environment. Chicago is a great place, but I can't walk everywhere.

I started a new job in Lake Forest in the fall of 2006, so now I also depend heavily on the Metra to bring me to and from Lake Forest, like many of my colleagues do.

Though I qualify for services for the disabled, such as Supplemental Security Income and reduced fare transit for people with disabilities, I don't take advantage of any of these services. I make a fine living and believe those services should be saved for those with lower incomes than mine. I can afford to pay full fare to ride the CTA and Metra, so I do. Please know that I'm not one of those people "milking" the system. In fact, I rely on the CTA to take me every Saturday morning to the clinic where I volunteer, helping many low-income women in the city have access to affordable healthcare.

I hope you can see from what I've written what an important impact public transit, particularly in the Chicagoland area, has and does mean to me.

Right now, I'm scared.

I'm scared that the huge cuts and fare hikes (as I'll be affected by both the CTA and Metra fare increases) that are looming in less than 2 weeks. I wonder how overcrowded CTA and Metra will be when I need to get around the area. I wonder how long I'll have to wait in the cold for a bus because there will be fewer on the road. I wonder how much farther I'll have to walk to get places (this is an important concern, as well, as I have pretty serious asthma).

I know a lot of people throughout the state won't be affected by this budget crisis one way or another, whatever happens in Springfield, but thousands of us in the Chicagoland area who have no choice but to depend on transit will be greatly affected. Honestly, the thought of how much longer commuting may take makes me nearly cry tears in frustration.

I hope you'll do whatever you can to help revise the fare structure in Springfield that provides funding for mass transit in Chicago, and I hope you'll do whatever you can to prevent the deep service cuts Chicagoans are preparing for on January 20th.

I follow the work of the CTA with interest, and I believe that Ron Huberman and his staff have done a lot to not only improve the CTA (since his start as president) but to cut spending where possible. I don't know what more they can do to prove to Springfield that the CTA is committed to the best service at the best price.

I ask you now: what will Springfield do to prove to the CTA (and Metra and Pace) that its committed to the people of Chicagoland and their needs for transportation?

Thursday, January 3, 2008

I had righteous indignation for breakfast

I got all worked up about the fact that only half of our state legislature bothered to show up yesterday when they were called back into session. According to this morning's Red Eye, which I read on the train, only 70 of 118 members of the House and 14 of 59 members of the Senate showed up yesterday (page 10). Transit in the Chicago area is in serious trouble, and if something isn't figured out at the state government level, MAJOR CTA cuts are due January 20th:
The CTA will eliminate 81 of its 154 bus routes; lay off more than 2,400 employees; and raise fares to record levels. In addition, with more than 700 fewer buses operating due to the bus route eliminations, the CTA will close three of its eight garages. Service on the remaining routes will be provided by other locations.
(For those of you not in Chicago, it's a lot of things, including a method of determining allocations of transit funding that hasn't been updated since the 1980s. You can read about it from transit advocates over at SaveChicagolandTransit.)

So, here's where the misguided righteous indignation came in... Today's the primary caucus in Iowa, and I got SUPER PISSED at Barack Obama for no-showing to this session Blago called yesterday--he was obviously in Iowa.

And then I remembered he's my US Senator. *headdesk* Did I mention I'm sleep-deprived?

I got to thinking, though... What has he done for me lately? He's a baby senator who's spending his time running for president. Shouldn't he be proving himself as a national political leader by rocking his first term in the Senate? Instead of his political work, we're hearing about his political campaign. I want to hear about what he's done, not just what he thinks he could do as president.

So, despite the fact my sleeplessness had me bitter and confused this morning, I still think I can't vote for him [in the IL primary], not until he has more time under his belt. 'Course, if he ends up being the Democratic candidate, I reserve the right to revise this paragraph.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Comedy of Errors

I think I'm going to start a series of posts (not a regularly scheduled series) that I'm calling "Comedy of Errors." They're going to be the stories that are so stupid and hilarious and... yeah... the kind of stuff you can't make up. Inspired by this morning...

I have a potluck today for the book group I'm part of here at work. I made Jandyle's salsa dip, which involves a mixture of cream cheese and sour cream setting overnight in a small casserole dish (you put salsa, which I drained last night, and cheese on top right before serving). I bagged up the cold things in one grocery bag, with my Fritos in another bag. I made coffee for the first time in about 2 weeks (it's not fun when you're sick), and I chose my screw-top coffee mug from Starbucks--a gift from Maddy when she spilled one of my non-screw-top mugs off the counter and spilled coffee ALL over the kitchen. I packed up and headed out a little later than I wanted. It was the average time for leaving when conditions are fine out, but I've been trying to leave about 5 or 10 minutes earlier to allow for icy sidewalks.

Our front porch was newly painted in early autumn, so I'm always nervous that it could be very slick. I took my first step out, and it was only wet. Joy! I headed down the steps to the sidewalk and the gate. I made it almost out of the yard when I hit black ice. I didn't go completely down, but I dropped everything I was carrying: bag of Fritos, bag of cold stuff for the dip, cup of coffee.

I was most concerned about the glass casserole dish breaking, so I went immediately to check that first. All glass was in check, but that's when I noticed that the coffee mug had come up. There was coffee all over the sidewalk (perhaps good for the ice problem) and all over--and inside--the bag of cold stuff. The handle of the bag was particularly wet and sickeningly sweet with my coffee. Needless to say, I was a little more careful on the rest of the walk, which made me nervous for my timing for the train.

I wiped things down as best I could as with the few kleenexes I had in my coat pocket, at which point all I could do was hope my sinus infection would behave itself until I got to work. I headed around the corner and down the block to the intersection where I can catch the northbound bus to one train stop or the southbound bus 1/3 of a mile to the street my usual train stop is on. No northbound was in sight, but a good number of people were milling across the street at the southbound bus stop, which I take to mean there's got to be one not far off--it's rush hour, after all. I opted to wait with them, and a bus came relatively quickly. It was packed.

I made my way out at my stop, and I headed across the street to catch the westbound bus to the Metra. That bus runs more regularly than the one I'd just gotten off, so I wasn't worried about catching one in time. (When you take a train that only runs once an hour, this is usually faulty logic.) I'd waited about five minutes when I saw a northbound bus stopped across the street at a red light. Decision time: flag down the northbound and hope it'll wait for me to cross on the green to head north to the next Metra stop, or continue to wait for my bus. I opted to wait.

After another five minutes (cue nervousness), the bus arrived, also packed. I headed back to stand by the exit door. Approaching my stop, the girl seated across from me pulled the string and got out to stand with me. The bus driver flew right past our stop. "Wait!" I called. She stopped at the next bus stop down, where the girl and I, both grumbling, exited the bus. Between that intersection and my side of the train platform, there's no stoplight for the busy street. And, I knew I was running out of time.

As I walked back east, I watched the light ahead of me for the red, at which point I took my life into my own hands and jaywalked over to the platform.

Thank gawd I did. The train pulled in when I was halfway across the street. And, this asthmatic doesn't run. I hustled up and into the first open car I approached then walked back to my usual car, where the conductor knows me and my monthly pass, so he never checks it.

I rinsed my hands with my water bottle, chugged what little coffee was left, and got out my crochet. The train ride was luckily uneventful.

When I got into the office, I did a good inspection of all of the containers in the contaminated bag--all were intact. I dug out the tub of Clorox wipes and wiped down everything, including my coffee mug, which I noticed was cracked on the outside (that should make for an interesting washing, with water likely to collect inside the outer shell). Clean containers safely in my baby fridge, I proceeded down the hall to wash my hands, walking right into our onesie bathroom... and in on somebody who'd forgotten to lock the door.

I'm rather afraid of what the rest of the day could bring. And you know, I had thought last night, "You know, there's nothing pressing in the morning, and it's a Reading Day for the kids, so I could just sleep an extra hour and take the train that'll get me into the office at 10." If I'd listened to the part of me that really wanted that extra hour of sleep, the sidewalks could have been melted enough to make for an easy trip to the train, although I would have missed the opportunity for the campus shuttle to campus, which probably would have meant me slipping and falling with all the stuff once I got into town here. I don't think I could win either way, but at least I could have had an extra hour of sleep.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

(Don't take that subject line as a cue to start singing holiday songs. I'll have NONE OF THAT until after my birthday, thankyouverymuch.)

I love this time of year. The leaves are so many different shades of beautiful, and with the college town's tree-lined streets, walking around campus is, for the most part, a joyful experience. I love these cool temperatures and the smell of leaves. Plus, Halloween is just plain fun. Candy and costumes? Can you really go wrong there?

BUT! I don't want to neglect the most wonderful thing about this wonderful time of year...

It's new phone book day!

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*crickets*

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Yes, folks, the campus phone book arrived in my mailbox today, and I'm rejoicing! Because I'm that kind of geek.

You see, I'm all about spaces and maps. I love them. And, looking through the information about my colleagues fascinates me. I look to see where they live. For the people who live in Chicago, I place their addresses on the map in my mind, pondering their train stops, walking distances to the trains, and neighborhoods. I'm a very visual-spatial person, and this is right up my alley. So, I sit and read the phone book. I've done it for years. The white pages are fine, but it's more interesting when I know the people, like a campus phone book (did this as a student, too). I'm disappointed when I find a colleague's home address isn't listed.

The other thing I find interesting about a phone book like this one is the relationships. "Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters" isn't my favorite quote for nothing. I like to see when people list their partners, and for couples who work here, who does and who doesn't list their partners.

I'm not interested in memorizing addresses or spouses names or trick-or-treating and the homes of the college faculty. I just like to think about places and people.

I've already spent 45 minutes with my nose in the new phone book. I'm far from done. :)

Monday, September 24, 2007

If they weren't broke, I'd ask them to pay me.

I really like Ron Huberman, CTA president. I'm quite certain he's far from perfect, but he came into a difficult position and has made very positive changes to the CTA. Maybe it's just that he's got fresh eyes and ideas to bring, or maybe it's that he's got a new way of thinking. Whatever it is, I think he's trying to do what's best for Chicago. I've been watching back episodes of Connections on the train (video podcasts rock!), and seeing all the positive changes featured has really solidified how I feel about him. Despite his positive steps to improving the system, I still find myself frustrated, especially when the steps-in-the-right-direction negatively affect my travel.

Case in point: the slow zone elimination project. When it's over with, I'll be giddy, along with tons of other Chicagoans, that we're not sitting in or crawling through the subway.

Saturday, I was frustrated, and while it's convenient to blame the CTA, I'm honestly more frustrated with my poor planning than anything. Riding the Metra to and from work means I don't keep up with service outages, construction notices, and customer alerts like I used to when I rode the CTA everyday. And so, I didn't think about the fact that eliminating slow zones on the Red Line has meant rerouting the trains out of the subway. Anne alerted me to this, and I knew it was a major thing at night. I didn't look on Saturday morning, though, to see what affect, if any, it was having on weekend trains. All I thought was, "Rather than waiting for the slow-ass Clark bus, I'm going to walk my lazy ass to the Red Line to get to the clinic," with the two stopping at the exact same corner, one block from Planned Parenthood. The Red Line is faster and more reliable, but the bus is only one block from our apartment.

With my iPod on, I nearly missed the announcement at Fullerton that the subway was closed for the weekend and that my train would be staying on the elevated tracks, Sedgwick being the next stop. It's also the closest Brown Line (the elevated tracks the Red had to follow) stop to the clinic, at about 3/4 mile away. Annoyed with the trains already dragging through Uptown as they switch back and forth on the tracks, I knew this was going to make me even later.

I plugged along from Sedgwick to the clinic, deciding to not wait for a shuttle bus that would take me from the Brown Line station to my usual Red Line station. Apparently, the buses were running only every 20 minutes, which made this a good decision overall. Until a bird pooped all over my arm.

The thing about my relationship with the CTA is that when this stuff happens, it all makes sense to me. The CTA can throw this stuff at me, and I can just roll with it, change my plans, and get to where I was going.

Other people don't have this quirk.

Waiting for the Clark bus to head home after volunteering, I found myself with a big pile of frustrated Cubs fans, who were pretty unsteady after arriving at the corner to find the subway station closed. Word on the street had gotten out that they could get on a bus instead that would take them to Wrigley, but the real magic happened once I arrive. I can't even tell you how many people I talked to about the subway being closed, the work happening down there, alternate routes, the shuttle to the Brown Line, etc. I'm also not sure how many people were counting on me to get them to Wrigley Field for the game. Too many to count, actually. They saw my Cubs hat, listened to me talk about the CTA like I worked there, and were confident I knew how to get them to the game. We all PACKED the first Clark bus to arrive and headed north.

They all arrived 10 minutes before the first pitch.

This is probably the 10th or 11th time I've played the CTA Ambassador, though never before to such a big group of people.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

trains may be slow, but basketball games move quickly

Saturday was hot. Ohso hot. Miserable hot. So, of course, we ventured out. We had tickets to see the Chicago Sky vs. Washington Mystic. It was a hot trip down to the UIC Pavilion, and with a Red Lind delay, we were pretty sure we'd miss tip-off. Except we got there, and no one was there. We check and rechecked our tickets. We ended up peeking our heads into Guest Services, only to find out that the game time was 7, not 5 like was printed on our tickets. The kind folks at Guest Services pointed us toward food and drink, and we cooled down before the game.
Around 6, we headed up to our usual seats--we have a four-pack of games we're attending this season with the same seats, this game being game 3 for us. We perused our programs, blew up our inflatable noise maker thingies, and watched the drumline play down on teh court. A young man in a yellow t-shirt approached us after a few minutes. "Are you two along?" Our affirmative response was followed up with something like "Would you like to move seats down to the floor courtesy of Discover?" Dude. We went from seats midway up the upper bowl to seats on the friggin' floor.

Look at how close my toes were to the court!

We had a great view of the game. This blind kid could even read the shot clock at the other end of the court. It was easy for me to follow the game, and it was a lot of fun.


It was like a dream come true for us.

Did I mention we also got free t-shirts and a gift card from Discover? All we had to do was hold up a sign from Discover during the first time-out in the first quarter and look excited about our tickets. Duh. I think we might have been on tv.

Yesterday, I ventured by train to Bloomington to see folks I don't get to see that often. My friend Carol was scheduled to defend her dissertation at 1pm, and knowing the UNreliability of Amtrak, I opted to take the first train out, which came into Bloomington at about 9:35, twenty minutes late.
I was greeted by one familiar face and one new face--my good friend Ophelia from high school and her son, who I'd never met. (They were in Kansas City when he was born, and I was a poor grad student.) I had a fabulous morning with them. Eric taught me about Pokemon while his mom and I drank coffee. He then led us on a walk around downtown Normal before I walked us over to Avanti's for lunch. He's a pizza fiend!

I can see a lot of his father in his face, and he has his mom's creative spirit. It was so good to see both of them. She's such a good force to have in my life, and I'm so glad I got to see her. We had endless phone conversations during high school and college, and it was good to have her energy in my day.

Eric and his mom dropped me off at the dissertation defense, where Carol was trying to laugh and be cool. I'm sure was was pretty damn nervous inside, though.

She did a great job. Her work on the Exeter Book and its riddles has been interesting since we started grad school together, and it was so cool to see how it came together into a huge project that dealt with things like bringing literature to the people and changing what we think literature has to be.
She passed, of course, so I grabbed a shot of her advisor signing off on the paperwork after we all had the chance to applaud for her, my friend Dr. Smartass.

My train was two hours late into Bloomington to bring be back home yesterday, and of course, it was hot and humid in the station. Not a great wait, I tell you, but I did have a great Jimmy John's sandwich while I waited. I'll tell you what, those college towns know how to balance the flavors of the veggies with the right amount of mayo. :P

After a long trip with lots of time spent with our train just sitting (Who are they learning communication skills from, the CTA?) I finally rolled into the house at 11:30. I pooped today, but it's been a few good days. :)

Friday, May 11, 2007

bad things can happen anywhere

Five high school students were shot yesterday afternoon on a a CTA bus on the South Side. One of them passed away. I took that bus everyday to and from the Red Line and work. I could have been on that bus (I usually wasn't on it till later, but still). Scary and sad all around. I didn't feel like I was ever in danger on that bus, but bad things can happen anywhere.

CTA shooting kills teen
Gunman opened fire on Roseland bus, injuring 4 other Julian High School students

By Angela Rozas and Emma Graves Fitzsimmons, Tribune staff reporters
Tribune staff reporter Dan P. Blake contributed to this report

May 11, 2007

A young man who boarded a CTA bus in Chicago's Roseland neighborhood opened fire Thursday afternoon, killing one student and injuring four others, officials said.

The man got on an eastbound 103rd Street bus at Halsted Street and pulled a gun as the bus neared Lowe Avenue about 3:15 p.m., police said. He opened fire, wounding three girls and two boys, between the ages of 16 and 18, who were students at nearby Julian High School. The bus driver pulled over, and the gunman got off the bus and ran southbound, police said. Three of the wounded students were taken to Advocate Christ Medical Center in Oak Lawn, where one boy, Blair Holt, who had been shot in the chest, died Thursday night, hospital officials said. Two girls were in fair condition.

Holt's mother, Annette Holt, is a Chicago Fire Department captain, said department spokeswoman Eve Rodriguez. Another student who was shot on the bus is the daughter of a Chicago firefighter, she said.

One student was taken to Little Company of Mary Hospital in Evergreen Park and another to Roseland Community Hospital, a Chicago Fire Department spokeswoman said. Their injuries were not believed to be life threatening, police said.

Police said they did not believe it was a random shooting and were reviewing footage from a camera inside the bus.

"We have very good information, and we're confident we'll be able to identify him," Assistant Deputy Police Supt. Eugene Williams said Thursday evening.

Police said officers would fan out across the South Side neighborhood on Friday, and school officials planned to have additional security and counseling staff at Julian.

A man heading home from work said he was driving near 103rd and Lowe as the passengers fled the bus.

"I saw a bunch of kids leaving the bus ... they looked scared," said Oscar Hamon. "Everyone jumped off the bus running scared and crying. I knew something was wrong."

CTA officials were working with police in the investigation, including providing the camera footage. Each bus has at least four cameras on board, said CTA spokeswoman Sheila Gregory.

"The security cameras have proven very helpful in the past when we've investigated incidents," she said.

News of the shooting spread during a student fashion show Thursday night at Julian, which is about a mile from the site of the shooting.

School Principal William Harris said he was receiving calls from parents, but would not comment because he did not have confirmed information about the shooting. He did emphasize that the shooting did not happen at the school.

Many Julian students take the 103rd Street bus home, said 18-year-old senior Marissa Brown.

"Everybody takes the bus home," she said. "They were just going home after school."

Brown, a friend of Holt's, said Holt was a popular student known for dressing well and making people smile. He enjoyed rap music.

"I couldn't believe it," Brown said of hearing that her childhood friend had died. "He was nice. He was fun. He just made everybody laugh."

Brown said she feared going to school on Friday because someone might retaliate.

Speculation swirled about the cause of the shooting. Some students said there was a fight at the school on Wednesday. Others lamented what they said was an ongoing gang feud in the school, while others said it was in the neighborhood.

Sophomore Dimico Galloway, 15, said one of the victims is a friend and he saw her shortly before her last class ended before 3 p.m. He said the high school was safe, and that fights can happen at any school.

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Copyright © 2007, Chicago Tribune

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

why I'm not a suburbanite

Living in the city--and liking it--is a whole different mentality than living in and liking the suburbs. We see it daily at work, where a bunch of us (not just one or two) who choose to live in Chicago take the train out to our suburban campus to work. The campus is beautiful. Making use of space in the way our campus does isn't always possible in a city, where space is at a premium. (I should note, also, that our college has been here for 150 years--four years before the town that shares its name.) For me, living in the city makes sense. For true independence, I need to be able to get myself around because I can't see well enough to drive a car. The CTA makes that possible in ways other public transit systems don't. I lived in the Bloomington/Normal community in Central Illinois for four years, and while their bus system was adequate, it made it very difficult to get anywhere in the evenings or on Sundays. In the Chicagoland area, Pace runs suburban bus systems, and they do a fine job of it, as far as I can tell. The fact of the matter is, more people depend on public transportation in cities than in suburban areas. And, it's not just people like me or other people with disabilities. People happily live carless in Chicago or other major cities and do so by choice. Hell, even my girlfriend hates to drive. Her train ride might take longer than it would to drive, but she also doesn't have the stress of driving and parking.

This article came across the Chicago Tribune today, and it really irritates me. First, read the article:
Sidewalks crack suburb tranquillity [sic]
Residents throughout the area are concerned that their lifestyles will change if walks are added to their neighborhoods

By Courtney Flynn
Tribune staff reporter

May 9, 2007

In more than 30 years, Hubert Frank has never regretted that his Northbrook neighborhood doesn't have sidewalks.

If residents in one of the dozen homes on his block want to walk their dogs, they head for the street. To get to school, children board a bus in front of their houses. And if postal carriers need to drop off packages, they just might cut across the quarter-acre lawns lined with tulip beds and flowering trees.

Although sidewalks are fine with many communities, adding them to existing neighborhoods can create a firestorm.

In Western Springs, people have complained about the cost. In Mokena, residents in an older part of town opposed sidewalks because they would ruin the rural feel. And in Northbrook, more than 170 homeowners have signed petitions against having sidewalks poured on their blocks after the town budgeted $6 million to add them in targeted areas across the village.

Some say sidewalks could disturb trees and landscaping, and others fearwho might come sauntering through their neighborhoods.

Sidewalks, it seems, represent some of the things people move to more rural-feeling subdivisions to escape: Foot traffic. Noise. Concrete. Taxes.

"We came here for the green grass, we came here for the suburban environment and for the schools," Frank said. "I think we have a beautiful street, and sidewalks would take away that beauty."

The Northbrook Safety Commission is scheduled to hear residents' concerns at a meeting Wednesday. The commission will make recommendations to the Village Board, which on June 18 could consider their petitions against sidewalks on their blocks.

In many communities, sidewalks are enmeshed in everyday life, and people like them.

In Glenview, residents are so eager to see improvements to the community's system of sidewalks that they packed village-sponsored tours to look at existing sidewalks and help develop ways to become more pedestrian-friendly.

But when officials in Mokena considered adding sidewalks in an older part of town several years ago, residents living along streets with ditches and no curbs objected, said Village Administrator John Downs.

"Most people said, look, we like the rural feel, we've been here for many years, and they weren't in favor of changing the nature of their neighborhood," Downs said.

In Western Springs earlier this year, money was an issue. A group of residents who originally wanted sidewalks installed for safety reasons along part of Grand Avenue ended up petitioning against them after they found out the cost, said Erik Beck, the village's municipal services coordinator. The project died, he said.

The village would have required residents to pay for 70 percent of the installation, roughly $60 a month for five years, Beck said.

"It was like they were hungry and then saw the prices on the menu and backed out," Beck said.

In Northbrook, the residents protesting sidewalks said they could see the benefit of them in some parts of the village -- just not in their front yards.

"The thing that seems to bother most people in my area is that it's unnecessary and unwanted," said Stuart Schwartz, 58, who has lived in his Jeffrey Court home for more than 10 years. "To go digging up all this landscaping for no reason is just kind of silly."

But village officials said the sidewalks are needed for safety and so Northbrook can become more connected.

"You should have sidewalks everywhere in the village," said Village President Eugene Marks. "Sidewalks are a major issue. ... Now that we're finally doing it, people are saying no."

Generally, sidewalks are common in new subdivisions, said John Norquist, president of the Congress for the New Urbanism, a Chicago-based non-profit group that promotes walkable development. But they still are often left out of golf-course communities or developments with expansive lawns that strive for an "estate" feel, he said. And in some locations, they just might not be necessary at all.

"You obviously need a sidewalk on Michigan Avenue, you need one in Oak Park and in downtown Naperville," Norquist said. "But when you get out to places like McHenry County, it's remote and people are probably going to be driving just about everywhere."

Since the early 1990s, Northbrook has been building sidewalks in areas where there were none, first along major roads and later along residential streets within a half-mile of a school, said Chris Tomich, assistant village engineer. But the program has been dependent on the village's budget, he said.

In August, Northbrook officials earmarked about $6 million to help build sidewalks over three years, enabling the village to work more quickly through its to-do list, Tomich said.

As part of the village's code, people building homes are required to pay the full cost of a sidewalk in front of their house if they're on a main road or within a half-mile of a school, Tomich said. In neighborhoods that never had sidewalks, like many on the to-do list, residents would be asked to pay half the cost, roughly $2,000 for a 130-foot stretch, he said.

Many who signed the petitions said it was not the cost that concerned them, but rather that sidewalks are unnecessary and could harm trees and landscaping. Some of them live on cul-de-sacs or short streets without much traffic. In addition, they said, children take buses to school.

Frank, 68, who organized a petition for Whitehall Drive, said sidewalks could also pose a safety risk by welcoming strangers into the neighborhood.

"There's strange things happening in the world today, so why would we want to open up that possibility?" he said. "We are connected, we all know each other. The concern is, who knows what you'd be encouraging to come through."

Trustee A.C. Buehler said the village would try to avoid large trees if sidewalks were installed and cautioned that plantings close to the curb are likely in the village-owned right of way.

Tomich said the village would relocate shrubs, bushes or flower beds if they were in the way of a new sidewalk. Retaining walls would be restored, and sprinkler systems fixed.

"We're generally very, very accommodating to residents," he said.

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Copyright © 2007, Chicago Tribune

Let's start here:
If residents in one of the dozen homes on his block want to walk their dogs, they head for the street. To get to school, children board a bus in front of their houses. And if postal carriers need to drop off packages, they just might cut across the quarter-acre lawns lined with tulip beds and flowering trees.
My first question is: is it always safe to walk in the street? Who's going to win between me and a car? My money's on the car. As obsessed as these people are with their acreage, I'm amazed at how little they care about people, like the postal carriers, walking across their lawns. I'm also wondering: isn't it a tad wasteful of time, energy, and fuel to pick each and every child up in front of his or her house? C'mon. No bus stops? None at all? With sidewalks, children could safely walk to bus stops. People could walk their dogs without worrying about traffic. And, what about all of the emissions produced in such an area, where the lack of sidewalks persuades people not to walk places? (I liked that they made reference in the article to the Congress for the New Urbanism, whose neighborhood initiative raises a good point about the greenhouse gases caused by so much driving, when people could walk or bike or share rides instead.)

As somebody interested in accessibility issues (personally), I see a sort of circular thing happening with regards to people with disabilities living in suburban areas. I know from experience it's harder to get around in the suburbs, and that makes me want to live in the city. But, why should I have to live in the city if I decided I want to live in the suburbs? It's easier to get around in the city. Shouldn't I be able to get around in the suburbs, too, though? Do they honestly expect people with wheelchairs to travel through the street? How else are they supposed to get around? Ooh...I know...they should move to the city! :P

Working in a suburb that does have sidewalks (for the most part), I can tell you that it sure isn't easy to get around the suburbs, even with sidewalks. No one shovels in winter. They don't think about anyone who might be walking; they all drive.

This also happens to be a suburb that is not well lit at night. Frankly, it's dark, and even if I could see better, I imagine it would still be too dark to read the numbers on the houses.

This town also has an unusual layout. Most of the streets curve, and it's difficult to find your way through here. You have to know the community well to be able to adequately navigate it. The town's website notes:
Present-day [town] is physically distinctive not only because of its picturesque street plan, but because of the early date when it was platted. Of the suburban communities in America that were planned in the nineteenth century, according to the picturesque principles worked out for English gardens and American rural cemeteries and parks, [town] is one of the very earliest, coming only five years after the first such town in America, Llewellyn Park, New Jersey, was founded in 1852. The [town] plan, platted in 1857, is notable because its architect, the landscape gardener Almerin Hotchkiss, went on to create such other important picturesque places in the Midwest such as Bellefontaine Cemetery in St. Louis. The general concept reflected in the Hotchkiss plan is of the city in a park, with its streets laid out in an organic manner that takes into account such natural features as the ravines and lake bluffs, instead of forcing the street plan into a formal gridiron plan.
If you picture the winding paths through a cemetery, you'll have a good idea of what it's like to navigate this town.

The trouble with being familiar with and having clear paths and the level of darkness at night says something to those of us who walk back and forth from the train and campus: this community doesn't want outsiders. That really could not have been made any clearer in the article, either:
Frank, 68, who organized a petition for Whitehall Drive, said sidewalks could also pose a safety risk by welcoming strangers into the neighborhood.

"There's strange things happening in the world today, so why would we want to open up that possibility?" he said. "We are connected, we all know each other. The concern is, who knows what you'd be encouraging to come through."
Because, obviously, asking "what you'd be encouraging to come through" (read: poor people of color who want to rob the well-to-do suburbanites) to walk in the street instead of on a sidewalk is a good crime deterrent. I'm willing to cut this guy a little slack for the generational racism, but c'mon, man, this is just an ignorant thing to say.

*sigh*

I'll be proud to raise my children in a diverse city, where they are encouraged to walk, bike, and use public transportation and to still have this regard for community that isn't exclusively suburban.