December 8th, 2006
|01:01 pm - Whoa.|
I was taking the T in to work this morning. I had a doctor's appointment beforehand, so I left for the trains a little earlier than I usually do.
The trip was pretty normal until we pulled into the Kendall station. I noticed some of the lights on the platform across from us were flickering. It looked like the flickering of a fluorescent light on its last legs, only there were several lights doing this. And then all the lights were doing it. And then they all went out.
From my vantage point on the train, it just looked like the T had gone and blown a fuse or something and, considering their current maintenance track record, didn't surprise me all that much. It didn't look like an emergency, just another annoyance. Light was streaming in from the ground entrances and it looked as if all the Charlie gates had opened themselves and stayed open (a very smart move in the event of a power outage. Thank heavens they gave a bit of forethought to possible evacuation scenarios!) I just hoped that this power outage wasn't about to affect the train, too.
It didn't, the train's lights and engine stayed on, and a few moments later we pulled out of Kendall and made it across the Charles. We probably were the last inbound train to do so before the T had to start busing passengers from Central Square to Park Street. But it wasn't their fault. See, there was a big electrical fire in a Cambridge office building right by Kendall Square, forcing evacuations and causing power outages all around the area. The trains stopped, the fire departments responded, and from the reports both newspaperly and LiveJournally, everybody got out all right, but some folks are still suffering from heavy smoke inhalation. The reports say the fire started at "just after 11 am", which, judging from the time I got to South Station today, was exactly when I was on the train at Kendall watching the lights flicker.
It's so weird to be right near a scene like that -- hell, right under a scene like that -- and have absolutely no idea what's going on. I'm not going to play the "What-If" game or compare it to other urban disasters, however. I'm just glad everybody's ok (and, since journalling is always supposed to be "all about me", I'm glad I made it to work on time.)
|Date:||December 8th, 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)|| |
I was on the next train after yours. They were like "this train won't be stopping at kendall", and then they changed their tune to "everyone will get off this train at kendall".
|Date:||December 8th, 2006 06:23 pm (UTC)|| |
At least there's no molasses this time...
It seems extremely likely that we were on the same train, that was exactly my experience.
No kidding. Where in the train were you?
I'm a front car kind of gal. When I leave from Porter, that is, which I pretty much am always doing, living there and all. So yes, first car.
Whadya know! I'm completely opposite; I take the last car. Partly it's out of instinct from when I used to commute from Porter to Wellington by way of Downtown Crossing (and sat in the last car so I could be the first out to transfer to the Orange Line) and partly it's because sometimes you luck out and they haven't covered up the back window so you can sit and watch the stations recede into the darkness as you travel.
Hey there. He's just a gem I found on b0st0n
and liked the read, no real life connection (apart from apparently living in the same neighborhood and being on the same train sometimes). You?
I know him through Theatre@First
, so we have/do hang out in real life.
I'm always surprised at the random friends-of-LJ-friends that show up in his journal.
Of course, I can't recall if you and I ever met in-person. There were so many people that I heard about lots but never met, and I think you are one of them...
Yes, you and I have had much crossover over the years; Marcus and Andy Crump are the ones that jump to mind (we went to CSW together), but I don't think we've ever occupied the same physical space, or been aware of it anyway. I think there are even some others. Do you still keep in touch with either of these mutual acquaintainces of ours? Marcus and I were playing phone tag to get together sometime over the past year, but that fizzled -- I should try and call him. Crumple and I are in peripheral touch over the Internet, and he's another one I'd love to see again soon.
Too-long comment! In short, hope all's well.
Oh my gooses.
That crunching sound you hear is the universe imploding just a little bit more!
People with office windows facing in the direction of 1 Broadway had many visitors today. It was weird. I couldn't see clearly enough to tell that anything was going on in the building itself (I couldn't see the broken windows or the people on the roofs), but I COULD see the biggest pile of emergency vehicles I'd ever seen. Whoah.
In the elevator, I overheard:
"You know, FEMA is here. I know this because a FEMA truck just almost ran me down while I was coming back from lunch."
No power loss at my building, although Kendall seemed to be in some sort of emergency-power-only mode when I came home. The Charlie infrastructure was all off, and most of the lights were off.