Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Street Cars and Connections
When I was growing up, my father would say, "never run after a street car or woman, there will be another one along in a minute." I didn't understand my mother's moans of exasperation when he said that, until a few years ago. I think there was only one woman he ever chased after.
When my father was a child growing up in the northern suburbs of Detroit, Detroit had street cars. He told stories of hopping on for a nickel, grabbing a transfer and traveling 12-miles into downtown Detroit. Seeing a movie for a quarter and riding home for another 5-cents. GM offered to tear up and pave over the tracks, if the city would buy new buses, and the city took the deal. The cars went off to the scrap yard, a few of them were sold to other lines around the world.
San Francisco runs old fashioned street cars, two lines of them. They have bought and restored old street cars from around the world. I was riding this one recently, looked up and saw it was from Detroit, it could well be one that my father rode as a child. It gave me an amazing sense of connection.
Have you ridden a streetcar?