" The measure of a man's life is not the happiness he has known; at the end there should not be a balancing of happiness and sorrow, but an estimate of how well one's life has been used."
Helen Hooven Santmyer from her novel ". . . And Ladies of the Club"
This ride was taken on Saturday, September 27. And let me say right off that, to my horror, I discovered I had come away without a pen. At my age I need to take notes. So for the entire ride south I am relying solely on memory.
As noted in the last entry, I combined this one with the public art in the South Shore neighborhood.
Just finding the staging place for the #4 was not an easy task. The bus map says Columbus/S. Water. Did you know that there is a north and a south South Water? Whoever designed that? When I got off the #124 from Ogilvie, I asked the driver if he knew where to catch the #4 and he said right across the street. I was at Michigan and South Water (which East Wacker turns into across Michigan. Plus it also follows the river around and across Michigan on the upper level. It is so confusing around there as to the street names.). So as I did see the sign directly across the street, I walked over there and waited only a short while before I saw zooming down the ramp from the upper level, a #4 bus. There is no way that bus could even have gotten over to the bus sign, as there is a divider in the way, for the lower street. Whatever that is. (Much later I asked the last driver about that and he said you're supposed to stand in the middle for that bus stop. But who would know that? Why isn't the bus sign in the middle then?)
So I decide to walk down Michigan to Lake and turn east. Did you know that there's an East Lake Street across Michigan? Which ends at the Aon Building? I walk up the steps thru the building courtyard to Columbus, and there, right across the street is the staging area for bus route #4, with a bus to match. This is just south of South Water on Columbus. So I get on and begin another adventure.
From there it goes down the aforementioned ramp to turn south on Michigan all the way to 35th where it turns east to Cottage Grove. Very simple route.
We passed some great murals
and some imposing center called the Lincoln Center or something like that (remember, no pen) that was established in 1905. Perhaps when I do the express 
route I can note this. Again fabulous buildings. The bus was never very crowded, but had very dirty windows. Consequently there aren't too many pictures. (Below, a man selling watermelons out of his truck.)
And everywhere, simply everywhere is litter, litter, litter. It really is what sets the South Side apart. Not the empty lots (we have those everywhere), or even the boarded up buildings (there are not as many as you might think), no, it is the LITTER!!!
Where is Mayor Daly's Streets and San Department? He sure wouldn't let Boul Mich look like that. It has absolutely infuriated me. Yes, the residents could do a vastly greater job, but so could the city. The residents of those neighborhoods pay taxes too. It was all I could do to resist getting off the bus and start picking stuff up, except that there is also a dearth of public trash containers. Figures. On the corner of 67th and Cottage Grove, there is not one on any corner. And it shows.
I came home and picked up every piece of litter I could spot when I walked my dog. (Above is a picture of the corner of the bus stop at 67th. Left is looking down south by the wall of the cemetery.)
But enuf of my rant. On the way south, one elderly man got on who couldn't pay. (I don't know why he wouldn't have a free pass as I do.) He had a cane and seemed lame in some way. But he had to get off at the next block, and it started me to thinking - I wonder if that's how he rides, block by block, making his way down.
The route ends in a turn-around not quite at 95th. After about one hour. Not bad. And for the first time, I could stay on this bus, he was going back up north shortly. I got off to take my pictures, and worked up the nerve to ask the driver if I could borrow a pen. He immediately whipped one out of his shirt pocket and offered it to me. I took it gratefully, climbed back on the bus, and started writing down everything I could remember.
On the way back to 67th, where I would get off to start the public art part of this day, there were some more great buildings and an odd restaurant name "See Thru Chinese Kitchen". Honest to god. What could they possibly be trying to say?
At 93rd and Cottage Grove was a fabulous building and I noticed, for the first time, that the other side of the bus had screens on the windows. A first for that. The South Shore Bank is a nifty building too. And while this building is fab, what on earth does the sign in the window mean "Martin L. King Complete Family"? (This may or may not be the bank building) See the dirty bus windows.
(One thing about all these old treasures; they are not being leveled the way they are elsewhere)I got off at 67th, and did not get back on til 3:20. And it is here, where I did have to wait awhile that the litter really got to me, especially as this is the corner where you will find the start of the walls surrounding The Oakwoods Cemetery, where there are southern Civil War prisoners buried in a concentric circle around a monument. I have been in this place and it is interesting. (Well, but I love cemeteries)
And when the bus doors opened , and I entered, I was immediately surrounded by a wall of people. The mother and charming little girl who had been waiting with me, decided to wait for another bus. This one was mobbed. So I could not look out any windows, much less take any pictures or notes. Not until about 47th, where I finally got a window seat. And again the huge baby carriages. Blocking everything. People can not move past them easily at all. And especially those who have any sort of disability. They are quite stuck. Sometimes there would be two of these things right at the entrance. Apparently they cannot move back in the bus.
As I was scribbling away, an elderly, very smartly dressed woman sat next to me, noticed what I was doing, and started in on conversation. But she discreetly did not ask me what I was writing, only about my camera, what kind was it, how she would like to get one, and about a cruise to the Caribbean she had taken years ago, and I told her how I was seeing the city and how much I loved the old buildings. It was most enjoyable. I have noticed before that black people (god, how I hate to segregate us like that! We are all human beings, and bleed the same red color) will strike up conversations with strangers, treating us all as if we were family. While we whites curl up inside ourselves giving off an aura that says"Don't bother me; don't touch me; I don't know you." And I would never had the nerve to talk to her out of the blue. I am so glad she did.
(Don't you just love the gargoyle?)And when I finally looked up after she had left, I noticed that the drivers had changed, and I still had the old driver's pen. Some kind of supervisor was also on board now. I gave the pen back to him at the end. It began to get busy again after the bus turned west on 35th, making its way to Michigan. But it did take that odd detour, going north on Indiana, and then over on 31st, and then up on Michigan. Didn't do that going south. And now there are two #4s, constantly flying by each other, passing and repassing all the way back. Just barreling along again.
And I never tire of seeing the sights along North Michigan Avenue. There are so many. Bus arrived back at Columbus and South Water at about 4:10.
Another grand day.
Fifth one down
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