The bus stop at 2nd & Broad has to be one of, if not the, busiest bus stops in the entire city. It services the #1ABC, #2ABC, #3ABC, #12, #78, and #87. That’s 16 total bus lines. It’s seven more routes than what the existing Transfer Plaza handles during the day. It’s one bus every 3.75 minutes on average. It’s a lot of buses.
Yet this bus stop has no shelter. It had no benches until some kind soul put out two wooden benches of their own—then, maybe shamed into it, the City and GRTC installed two “official” metal benches. Regardless of seating, on a day like today—cold, windy, rainy, and snowy—it’s a shit place to wait for a bus.
While the City pushes towards an enormous redevelopment of downtown—a project that includes a multi-million dollar GRTC Transit Center—bus riders today are forced to wait for their next bus out in the elements. And no matter how nice, expensive, or expansive the proposed NoBro Transit Center will be, hundreds of buses will still stop at 2nd & Broad and hundreds of bus riders will still wait in inhospitable conditions. The City could fix this tomorrow—no multimillion dollar, TIF-funded, once-in-a-generation opportunities necessary. Just put up a couple of shelters so folks can feel like a person while waiting for their next bus.
From The Thomas Jefferson Hour, The Republic on the Brink of Collapse:
We have read, and I believe, that if there could be a secret ballot in the Senate, twenty Republican Senators, at least and already, would vote to convict the President and remove him from office. Perhaps thirty. In other words, there is a widespread tacit agreement in the most senior political body in the United States that it would be best for the republic if Donald Trump were removed from the Presidency using this legitimate constitutional tool. But it will not be a secret ballot. Even if Senator X believes the president should be removed, even if he thinks the president should go to prison, she may not dare to make that judgment for fear that an angry mob of Trumpites will burn down her house, or shoot through his windows, or run her down while jogging. I am not joking. The fear of the wrath of Trump’s supporters is real, and it goes well beyond fear of being primaried in the next election cycle.
This is terrifying and something I hadn’t thought about. He also talks briefly about a Cold Civil War in America—another terrifying thought that I hadn’t consider but feels pretty true.
I know we've only just met, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You are, by far, the most perfect cheeseburger I’ve had the pleasure of eating in recent memory—and maybe ever. In a world of overly thick gastroburgers piled high with foraged tubers and doused in aiolis du jour, its a bold choice to go with two thin patties covered in melty American cheese. Simple and perfect. And your bun! Ah! The bottom half dissolved into a thin layer of sweetness—just enough to hold things together—after only a few bites.
Cheeseburger, you made my night. I you’re willing, I’d like to see you again—and soon.
I’m thinking about outfitting my old bike with just a ton of racks and bags and panniers—make it dedicated errands bike. It’s got wire baskets on the rear rack, which is great, but it still doesn’t give me a way to get a couple of boxes of takeout wings without driving a car.
Maybe something like this or this?
Via A Fine New Guide for Transit Activists on the Human Transit blog:
US transit agencies are less powerful than they appear and are often not the source of the biggest problems. Much of what they do is defined by their poverty and by the great mass of regulations and labor contracts that form the boundaries of their world.
In Richmond, I know we want to blame GRTC for this, that, and the other, but here’s the reality: We’ll never have the humane and just transit system we deserve until the region starts paying for it.