I quite enjoy following the iKEN photo blog. The young author, Ken Jung, has a great eye.
His latest post documents some of the things in his dorm room in Toronto and there’s one curious decoration: Two OC Transpo fare tickets in a frame.
Says Jung: “Although they are useless in Toronto, the tickets mean a lot to me and it is worth keeping them displayed. Looking at them always makes me think about all the bus ride I had and the the related memories: shopping mall at St. Laurent, night walking at Tunney’s Pasture, running home from Metcalfe, saturday school at Merivale, playing baseball at Bayshore, library at Centrepointe, beach barbecue at Mooney’s Bay, fairwell at the Airport, friend’s home in Orleans, buying an iPhone at Vanier, watching movies at Gloucester. There are just so much memories condensed into this one symbolic piece of paper- the bus tickets.”
He’s right, isn’t he?
I don’t take transit much anymore, but I remember a time during university when I rode Transpo every day. It was (I think) the 97 with a transfer to the 118 that brought by to my co-op job in Bells Corners. I can remember the CDs I listened to on my Discman and some of the conversations I had with fellow passengers. All pleasant experiences for me on Transpo during that time.
Same thing for the TTC in Toronto. I have plenty of memories taking the trains to work, or visiting friends, or just looking out the window as the train rolled through Bloor West Village.
It makes you remember how ingrained transit is in people’s lives.
We hear plenty of complaints about Transpo, and yes, public transit can be a legitimate source of frustration on a daily basis.
But Jung is right about how a TTC Metropass, a piece of Transpo photo ID or a couple bus tickets bring back so many great memories.