A long trip and a new idea
It took an hour and a half to get home from Bible study last night. Now, as my Bible study is in Boston, and I have to drive to the subway and take two different subway lines to get there, it usually takes about an hour to get home, forty-five minutes if I'm lucky. Tonight, it took twice that.
This was mainly because there was a Red Sox game at Fenway Park, so the T, Boston's subway, was packed. I arrived at my Green line stop to find about a hundred people trying to get onto a train that could comfortably hold fifty but was already filled with twice that. After spending a couple of minutes betting with myself whether ten or twenty people would manage to get on, I decided that I wasn't going to make it onto a train anytime soon. I knew that it was a quick walk across the Harvard Bridge over the Charles River to MIT, and cutting through MIT would bring me to the Kendall T stop, on the Red line, which would take me back where I was parked. I figured the Red line would be less crowded. So I sacrificed the $1.25 I had already spent to get into the station and walked across the River.
I was right, as it turned out, and I found the Red line train virtually empty when I got there half an hour later. Of course, by the time I got where I had parked, some of the traffic had caught up, and I still had a hard time getting onto Route 2 and back home. So overall it took an hour and a half. But it was worth it.
As I was walking through MIT, I got an idea for my next Ryan and Emily story. It'll be a while, maybe a whole year, before I get around to writing it, but now I have a pretty good idea what it will be: an MIT ghost story. There's a lot of potential there, but I have to be careful how I tell it, as there's also the potential to needlessly upset people with this story. I won't go into any more details here, because I don't want to give too much away, but that should be enough that I'll remember something about the ideas I had when I come back to it.
This was mainly because there was a Red Sox game at Fenway Park, so the T, Boston's subway, was packed. I arrived at my Green line stop to find about a hundred people trying to get onto a train that could comfortably hold fifty but was already filled with twice that. After spending a couple of minutes betting with myself whether ten or twenty people would manage to get on, I decided that I wasn't going to make it onto a train anytime soon. I knew that it was a quick walk across the Harvard Bridge over the Charles River to MIT, and cutting through MIT would bring me to the Kendall T stop, on the Red line, which would take me back where I was parked. I figured the Red line would be less crowded. So I sacrificed the $1.25 I had already spent to get into the station and walked across the River.
I was right, as it turned out, and I found the Red line train virtually empty when I got there half an hour later. Of course, by the time I got where I had parked, some of the traffic had caught up, and I still had a hard time getting onto Route 2 and back home. So overall it took an hour and a half. But it was worth it.
As I was walking through MIT, I got an idea for my next Ryan and Emily story. It'll be a while, maybe a whole year, before I get around to writing it, but now I have a pretty good idea what it will be: an MIT ghost story. There's a lot of potential there, but I have to be careful how I tell it, as there's also the potential to needlessly upset people with this story. I won't go into any more details here, because I don't want to give too much away, but that should be enough that I'll remember something about the ideas I had when I come back to it.
