Comment 2858

By schmadrian (registered) | Posted January 10, 2007 at 09:05:52

I lived in The Beaches in Taranna years ago. These days I visit Anthony there regularly. And I can't tell you how much my heart swells at the approach of a 'red rocket' streetcar on Queen Street, or how the bone-rattling rumbling brings on a smile, how utterly rejuvenated I am when getting on one, being on one for a jaunt downtown, getting off one at journey's end... As much as I've been places, done things, I'm still struck by how 'romantic' I find these streetcars (and those elsewhere). A trip inside one can be transformative. So great is the effect that after having heard Anthony describe what it was like during the blackout a couple/few years ago here in the northeast, how spectrelike these metal behemoths were in the utter dark, the only illumination that of the start, I'm going to incorporate it into my novel.

Streetcars are like diners, or great theatres or nabes; they're nostalgia in the best sense, something from the past, reflecting heritage and memory, that still works today, still has something grand to offer...and therefore returning to its environment benefits many times more than the obvious.

The dependence on buses and their ilk is very much tied-in with a basic predication in our world and illustrates perfectly how truly hypnotized we've become. To paraphrase a post elsewhere today, 'zombified'.

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