With his recent post about his commuting experience in New Jersey, my friend Mike reminded me that eons ago, in what seems like a lifetime or two past, I, too, was a New Jersey commuter. The sixteen-mile commute from Cranford to Morristown took forty-five minutes. Not too bad.
Until…the gas shortage of 1979. That’s when I learned the hell of getting from one place to another in New Jersey on public transportation. It was nearly impossible! I had to take a train from Cranford to Newark’s Penn Station, then walk from Penn Station to the Erie Lackawanna Station (across from the Lincoln Motel where they rented rooms for $5 in 15-minute increments) to take another train to Convent Station, and then walk the rest of the way to work. It only took me four hours to make this trip because I started early. After that experience, car-pooling became de rigueur for the duration of the shortage. My experience was that the fastest way to get from point A to point B in New Jersey was to go all the way to NYC first!
These days, I commute to New Jersey several times a week. A short jaunt that takes me across the George Washington Bridge and its majestic views of the Hudson River. Since I always have my camera with me, I frequently amuse myself by snapping photos out the bus window.
My memories of commuting in NJ inspired me to create this representation of my experiences. I’d definitely rather be riding a bus!