The following is an editorial written by Left Thumb and printed in that noble, Shakespearean paragon of literary beauty that is his student newspaper. This is the original form of the article. What was actually printed was a bastardized truncation of Left Thumb's thought that removed all sublimity, humor, profundity and all other such qualities that are expected of Two Thumbs Sideways. The editors of said newspaper are now decidedly on Left Thumb's "bad side." *
Last week I had the opportunity to visit the city of Boston for a couple of nights. The cause for this visit really doesn’t matter, because I have very little to say about what I did there or what the city is like. Instead, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I got there and how I got around the city. In the course of this trip, I drove my own car to and from Dayton International Airport, flew on four separate airplanes, took various shuttle buses at my connecting airports, and used Boston’s subway system several times.
Last week I had the opportunity to visit the city of Boston for a couple of nights. The cause for this visit really doesn’t matter, because I have very little to say about what I did there or what the city is like. Instead, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I got there and how I got around the city. In the course of this trip, I drove my own car to and from Dayton International Airport, flew on four separate airplanes, took various shuttle buses at my connecting airports, and used Boston’s subway system several times.
OK,
so what? All of this is about as unusual as an explosion in a Michael Bay
movie. Transportation is something we use every day. It’s boring, pedestrian,
like brushing one’s teeth or making breakfast.
Or
is it? How often do we actually stop to think about how we get around and what
it might say about us, either individually or collectively? If I myself am any
indication, the answer is almost never.
Driving
in a car is often unavoidable, particularly in cities in the Midwest. And
indeed I do enjoy the simple pleasure of driving. But isn’t there something
about driving a car that can promote self-centeredness, if we are not careful?
What matters is only our destination.
We choose our own path. We boil with
rage when traffic slows us down, or
when another driver cuts us off.
Again—driving is necessary, and I do it as often as anyone else. But my visit
to Boston, a city with an extensive public transportation system, prompted me
to think more carefully about the way I get from Point A to Point B.
It
is often argued that public transportation is the most efficient and responsible
way of getting around. Fewer carbon emissions and a more economical use of
resources are often cited in this regard. While these are certainly worthy
reasons, I would offer an additional, less tangible benefit to public transit.
Taking a bus or subway through a city can shake us from complacent, privileged
individualism and allow us to enter into the very lifeblood of our community.
Public
transit forces us into a situation where our choices are limited. We cannot
choose when the train arrives. We cannot choose our exact path and our exact
destination. And perhaps most importantly, we cannot choose what kinds of
people travel with us, who sits down next to us and who gets off at our stop.
The rest of the day we may play at being rugged individualists, masters of our
own destinies, but for this brief period we must sit and wait with everyone else.
We actually become part of “everyone else.”
There’s
no doubt that this can be alienating. Traveling alone on a New York City
subway, for example, can be an exceedingly lonely experience—I am but one among millions. But isn’t
this a realization that is worth having every now and then? We recognize that
our own lives do not constitute the sum total of reality, and that we live in
an enormous human community that does not simply answer to our own private
desires. Rather, we are in large part answerable to that community.
Indeed,
I think public transit represents a way of truly getting to know one’s fellow
human beings. Even without direct conversation, the mere exposure to people
from all walks of life—excepting perhaps corporate CEOs in their posh limos,
but who cares about them?—can go a long way towards broadening our horizons. We
see a cross-section of the diversity that forms our individual communities. A
bus ride in Boston is completely different from one in Chicago, which is
completely different from one in Berlin.
The
point here is not to feel guilty about driving. The point here is certainly not
that we are all hopelessly self-centered, nasty, no-good people. I will leave
those items to other commentators. My point is this: maybe it is worth stopping to think about
these everyday things that we do, and what they might say about our basic
assumptions in life. Maybe, just maybe, it’s worth realizing that the world
does not revolve around us. Whether you travel by plane, train, boat, car,
horse, spaceship, or unicycle, that’s an important thing to recognize.
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* As RT could tell you, that is a very, very bad place to be.**
** RT note: I didn't actually say that. LT is just trying to make himself sound intimidating.
> Left Thumb <
* As RT could tell you, that is a very, very bad place to be.**
** RT note: I didn't actually say that. LT is just trying to make himself sound intimidating.