As you know, last week there was a tragic accident on the T's Green Line. I watched the news last Thursday when they showed the scene of the accident in Chestnut Hill. The paramedics did their best to help that T conductor, but when they announced she died, it broke my heart.
But when I heard that she'd been on her cell phone at the time of the accident, I couldn't believe the news! She was chatting on her cell and endangering the lives of her passengers. Also, she was speeding at nearly 40 m.p.h. (65 km/h) at a zone when she was supposed to drive the train at 10 m.p.h. (16 km/h).
This is what happens when people use their cell phones when they're behind the wheel. They don't pay attention to what's going on, and they either kill themselves or their passengers(or seriously injure them). Of course, we can't judge a person by his or her mistakes; only God can do that.
I think the time has come for anyone who has a cell phone to consider getting a hands-free device when they're driving; better yet, they should stay off the line until they get home. We have to avoid accidents as best as we can, and if it means not getting on the phone, then so be it. The safety of others supercedes one's wish to gossip on the line.
It's something to think about....
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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Monday, May 12, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
'ROUND AND 'ROUND WE GO!
"Find a wheel,
and it goes round and round..."
"Round and 'round we go and where we're heading nobody knows. But this morning, after I got on the train at Wollaston station on the Red Line, the train sped down until it collided with a waiting train at Quincy Center station-which was disabled. I had a few minor scrapes, but several other passengers were critically injured.
And one of them-an elderly woman-was pronounced dead at the hospital just 10 minutes ago.
All the people running the T are going to get it! Big time.
As I was being treated & released from the hospital, a group of Neo-Nazis were walking through the station calling for "the head of that Michole named Corrigan." Yeah, they were referring to Craig Corrigan, the current T General Manager. Suddenly, they met up with a group of Asians who beat the living crap out of every single one of them. They needed 2 dozen policemen to break up the melee.
Now I am at home recuperating and considering what kind of legal action I should take as a result of my "minor" injuries. As I'm watching the news of the T disaster, I learn that 4 people were killed instantly and 5 of the injured have also died. It's also been reported that the operator of the train that crashed into the other train refused to stop. He was killed when the train he was driving hit the one standing by at Quincy Center. He leaves a wife who's dying of Alzheimer's Disease and 3 disabled children.
And when I hear that his family has no insurance, I get the message and call Cooperative Bank Insurance so I will avoid this from happening to me in the future. And before I make the application, I urge the operator to see if the company can start a fund for that family.
"Are you kidding?" the operator tells me. "The bastard was a member of the American Nazi Party!"
Well, there's a development!
To be continued...
and it goes round and round..."
"Round and 'round we go and where we're heading nobody knows. But this morning, after I got on the train at Wollaston station on the Red Line, the train sped down until it collided with a waiting train at Quincy Center station-which was disabled. I had a few minor scrapes, but several other passengers were critically injured.
And one of them-an elderly woman-was pronounced dead at the hospital just 10 minutes ago.
All the people running the T are going to get it! Big time.
As I was being treated & released from the hospital, a group of Neo-Nazis were walking through the station calling for "the head of that Michole named Corrigan." Yeah, they were referring to Craig Corrigan, the current T General Manager. Suddenly, they met up with a group of Asians who beat the living crap out of every single one of them. They needed 2 dozen policemen to break up the melee.
Now I am at home recuperating and considering what kind of legal action I should take as a result of my "minor" injuries. As I'm watching the news of the T disaster, I learn that 4 people were killed instantly and 5 of the injured have also died. It's also been reported that the operator of the train that crashed into the other train refused to stop. He was killed when the train he was driving hit the one standing by at Quincy Center. He leaves a wife who's dying of Alzheimer's Disease and 3 disabled children.
And when I hear that his family has no insurance, I get the message and call Cooperative Bank Insurance so I will avoid this from happening to me in the future. And before I make the application, I urge the operator to see if the company can start a fund for that family.
"Are you kidding?" the operator tells me. "The bastard was a member of the American Nazi Party!"
Well, there's a development!
To be continued...
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
Thursday, November 1, 2007
SEEN ON THE NET!
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
Tokyo Disneyland Proudly Presents...
Tokyo Disneyland Acoustical Parade Drop Dead!"
Oliver is sitting at his computer at MBTA headquarters in Boston, where it's already 11 p.m. at night, monitoring the crowd movements at the Minihama metro station near Tokyo, where it's just hitting 1 p.m. the next day. As he watches the webcast inside the station, he sees a bunch of school girls walking off a train going towards town.
They notice the webcam and start dancing in a very sensuous fashion. As they do, they yell, "We're going to Tokyo Disneyland!" They're all dressed as various Disney Princesses-Belle, Aurora, Cinderella, etc. It's a big holiday in Japan-National Costume Day, where young people dress up in various costumes from anime, art & more. One of the girls is playing the music from her new boombox, which she bought in the Rippongi shopping area before coming to school.
As he looks at the screen, his boss comes in and shouts at him, "Oliver! That package you sent to Shanghai last night didn't get there!" This causes him to get up and take to his heels.
"Oliver! You're in for trouble! Those guys at the Shanghai Metro are gonna hang me out to dry if they learned..."
Suddenly, his cell phone rings.
"Hello...you DID get it? When?...Okay, I'll tell him."
He hangs up and says, "Never mind, Oliver! They got the package. You're off the hook. For now."
Oliver breathes a sigh of relief and goes back to watching the webcam from Tokyo.
Meanwhile, up in Montreal, their Metro will soon be winding down their day. Near one of the Underground shopping arcades, two lovely ladies in red tee-shirts and black minis walk around doing a cancan dance. One of the passers-by is shocked by this. He smacks the first girl in the jaw, but she kicks him right between the you-know-wheres. He falls into the track butt first. Suddenly, he sees a train coming. Only a quick move inside the track cone prevents him from being run over.
Do you suppose that the man got what he deserved?
That's a good question.
Next time, we'll go back to that story about the Chestnut Hill thing.
Tokyo Disneyland Proudly Presents...
Tokyo Disneyland Acoustical Parade Drop Dead!"
Oliver is sitting at his computer at MBTA headquarters in Boston, where it's already 11 p.m. at night, monitoring the crowd movements at the Minihama metro station near Tokyo, where it's just hitting 1 p.m. the next day. As he watches the webcast inside the station, he sees a bunch of school girls walking off a train going towards town.
They notice the webcam and start dancing in a very sensuous fashion. As they do, they yell, "We're going to Tokyo Disneyland!" They're all dressed as various Disney Princesses-Belle, Aurora, Cinderella, etc. It's a big holiday in Japan-National Costume Day, where young people dress up in various costumes from anime, art & more. One of the girls is playing the music from her new boombox, which she bought in the Rippongi shopping area before coming to school.
As he looks at the screen, his boss comes in and shouts at him, "Oliver! That package you sent to Shanghai last night didn't get there!" This causes him to get up and take to his heels.
"Oliver! You're in for trouble! Those guys at the Shanghai Metro are gonna hang me out to dry if they learned..."
Suddenly, his cell phone rings.
"Hello...you DID get it? When?...Okay, I'll tell him."
He hangs up and says, "Never mind, Oliver! They got the package. You're off the hook. For now."
Oliver breathes a sigh of relief and goes back to watching the webcam from Tokyo.
Meanwhile, up in Montreal, their Metro will soon be winding down their day. Near one of the Underground shopping arcades, two lovely ladies in red tee-shirts and black minis walk around doing a cancan dance. One of the passers-by is shocked by this. He smacks the first girl in the jaw, but she kicks him right between the you-know-wheres. He falls into the track butt first. Suddenly, he sees a train coming. Only a quick move inside the track cone prevents him from being run over.
Do you suppose that the man got what he deserved?
That's a good question.
Next time, we'll go back to that story about the Chestnut Hill thing.
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