not to dwell on my experience underground yesterday, but as i read conflicting reports in our major local newspapers as to the events that unfolded, i find myself feeling blogger-ish in an effort to cut the b*llsh*t and set a few things straight.
ron huberman, the president of this city’s transportation agency, is blowing smoke.
to suggest that passengers in any way jeopardized a fix to the problem that train experienced yesterday is such hogwash it’s laughable. so much so that he’d already backed off his idiotic statements before i’d managed to have lunch yesterday (shortly after i was able to get to work, mind you).
but the timelines out there are fudgy, and predictably the official word doesn’t account for about an hour of the experience that we the riders endured.
i’m sorry, but just because word left that tunnel around 8:47 and the official evacuation began at 9:00 doesn’t mean the stopwatch starts then. as i said yesterday, i was on that train before 8:00am.
i wrote that post yesterday and published it at 10:41am…minutes after i’d walked three blocks from the tunnel i crawled out of.
hey ron, i saw a watch at walgreens this morning selling for less than five bucks. it tells time.
i was among the majority evacuated along the catwalk for a good 1500 feet into the clark and lake station, from the last car of the second train. i saw two CTA employees during the first two hours of that ordeal, and the third after i’d reached the halfway mark of the first train while on the catwalk.
that was after passing a traincar with a four foot tall grated filter looking thing sitting in one seat, remarkably scortched from having fallen onto the electric track.
it wasn’t until i got to the very front of the first car of the first train, along open CTA tracks that i saw a group of police officers and CTA employees coaching our single file line of old women, students, and young professionals to follow the catwalk (five feet off the ground) down towards the light, reminding us we were okay.
as i reached the clark and lake platform, and rode the escalator up to the clark and wells exit, the first three firemen arrived and asked me how to get down to the tracks.
they were bigger than me. otherwise…
take all the ugly shortcomings mentioned in the mainstream press and that’s where it started. read the comments below those articles, and then look at passenger photos.
and then join me in my cynicism for our elected officials in this city.