…I’m not not quite as fast as I used to be: Getting up in the morning and getting up to cruising speed requires a little sitting around and slurping tea, as I’m reminded every week when trash pick-up day comes around. That trip to the curb seems longer than it used to be. Maybe the street is moving, or maybe it’s me.
Once I get up to speed though, I’m fine. Better than the rest of the world some days, it seems. I spent a little time in New Haven yesterday—a meeting that lasted no more than 30 minutes—and this was a 13-hour project, only about half of which time was spent actually sitting in a bus. Mass transit may be thriving in the big cities but it’s not coming to the hinterlands any faster than fiber is. We have a big shiny new transit center here, but precious little transit to go with it.
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