Seriously, these color photographs of America from 1939 to 1945 are freakin' awesome, and just because they're not presented in a flashy glitzy slideshow format doesn't lessen their impact any less. In fact, getting rid of the distracting frontend and the technical whatever backend puts more emphasis on the beautiful images themselves. So there. Shove that in your iPod and smoke it.
Now to the meat of the matter. Honestly, I'd love to write more things than just snarky bits on the T's incompetence, but it really won't let me stop. Every day in every way they're just getting doofier and doofier.
Thanks to the T, for instance, it's getting so that one must leave 15-20 minutes early so that one can arrive to work one minute late. Today's brilliant display of fun happened on the Red Line, where (if you bothered to read the flyers they dumped on the train floors or listen to the canned announcement) there are no Ashmont trains today owing to construction. Shuttle bus service is running from JFK to all Ashmont stops.
Now that's all fine and dandy. Red Line re-routing has happened before and I daresay it'll happen again, what with the Charles station construction and all. However, the train I rode from Davis to South Station today took an extra, what, 15 minutes to run, and not because of the construction. We were delayed at every stop because the driver on the mic repeating, over and over again, at every stop, in some strange plural mangling I hadn't heard before:
"There are no Ashmont service today, folks, there are no Ashmont service today, if you want to go to Ashmont you will have to board this train and take it to JFK, there will be shuttle buses waiting to take you to all Ashmont stops, there are no Ashmont service today."He repeated this maybe two, three times for most stops until we got to Charles. Then for Charles, he said it six times. In a row. The doors stayed open. By the fifth iteration there was a bit of desperation in his voice, and I realized he was obviously calling to patrons on the platform, trying to get them to board the train. He was trying to get them to understand that the train said BRAINTREE but there would be no ASHMONT trains today, and to go to JFK, and and and... only he didn't paraphrase. He stuck to his script, repeating what he'd said before, only louder. Because as we all know, LOUDER means MORE UNDERSTANDABLE. Eventually the doors closed and we trudged off to Park Street, and honestly by this time everybody riding with me was getting mighty sick of the whole thing.
Park Street was no better. Here the driver began to depart from the script, just free-riffing at the platform people. It was almost as if he'd started a one-man crusade to get those people on his train, making sure they knew this train was going where they wanted to go, however indirectly. He grew frenetic as he tried to catch 'em in the rye. "There are NO ASHMONT SERVICE TODAY!" he said. "Folks, NO ASHMONT! You have to GET ON THE TRAIN! GET ON THE TRAIN! TO JFK! NO ASHMONT TODAY!"
Finally at Downtown Crossing things became much clearer. This is where I realized just how badly the MBTA failed at this little constructionary exercise today, and how they just don't understand their ridership demographics. Those just boarding the train heard the driver's impassioned plea to GET ON THE TRAIN, saw the people still milling about on the platform (quite a crowd; Downtown Crossing does that) and then leaned out themselves to holler instructions to the stragglers. In Spanish. In Korean. In Haitian Creole. And what do you know, nearly each and every person heard, and understood, and got on the train.
I'm not saying the T needs to put interpreters on every train. You can't anticipate every language that may be spoken and understood on any given run. But when you've got important schedule-changing announcements to make, it may be prudent to realize that not every passenger speaks English. And just hollering at them louder, while it may be traditional historically, just ain't the way to do it.
THERE ARE NO WAY TO DO IT.