Spiting Ourselves Into A Backwater

Back in country, re-time zoning, getting reacquainted with my luggage which arrived home one day after I did, having missed the entirety of the German leg of the trip, and I’m just going to get right down to it and screed. No preamble. No messing about. Continue reading →

Training It II

Ten days ago or thereabouts, I wrote a prequel to this post, Training It. In it, I suggested that folks like me yours truly (because I don’t know the proper I/me grammar with that), North Americans raised with little hands-on exposure to the wider world around them, couldn’t fully appreciate an optimally functioning transit system. Continue reading →