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            Web 
              Exclusives: Raising Kate 
              a 
              PAW web exclusive column by Kate Swearengen '04 (kswearen@princeton.edu) 
             
             November 
              7, 2001: 
               There's 
              a song in my heart for New Jersey Transit  
              I may not 
              know anything about trains, but I know what I like  
             By Kate Swearengen '04
              I've been seeing a lot 
              of the Dinky conductor lately, but the situation is hardly scandalous. 
              
              Last weekend I took 
              the New Jersey Transit to visit a friend at the University of Pennsylvania. 
              On Wednesday I had a doctor's appointment in Hamilton, so I rode 
              it again. And on Thursday evening, after missing the 7:17 train 
              to New York by a mere three minutes, I had to fork over 35 bucks 
              for an Amtrak ticket. It was opening night at a gallery over on 
              Orchard Street where my friend's painting was on display, and she 
              would have killed me if I had missed it. 
              Personally, I prefer 
              New Jersey Transit to Amtrak. You may not get a laptop port, and 
              your seat may not recline quite as far, but these small inconveniences 
              are more than made up in cost savings. And besides, the Amtrak clientele 
              isn't my crowd: When I climbed aboard the train on Thursday night, 
              one fellow peered at me unhappily, inquired as to whether I would 
              be taking the train all the way to New York, then retreated behind 
              his newspaper. Apparently, he pays the hefty Amtrak tab to avoid 
              people like me. 
              All this has got me 
              thinking. Wouldn't it be great if, say, at the Princeton Junction 
              station, a battle erupted between Amtrak and New Jersey Transit 
              patrons? I'm not talking about anything violent; this would be more 
              along the lines of lyrical sparring. Think West Side Story, without 
              the dance routines. 
              I've taken it upon myself 
              to create song lyrics for such a scenario. It'll take a music theory 
              class or two to polish them, but don't be surprised if someday, 
              when you're standing by the tracks at Princeton Junction, everyone 
              around you bursts into spontaneous song. And now you'll know what 
              to sing, too. Take the Train
              (to be sung by N.J. 
              Transit patrons)
              Ten to New York, nine 
              fifty to Philly 
              Amtrak's thirty-five 
              -- that's certainly silly
              New Jersey Transit is 
              cheaper by far
              Safer than hitchhiking, 
              faster than car.
              Chorus:
              I-95 is a commuter's 
              hell
              Jam-packed with cars, 
              and buses as well
              Road rage, traffic jams, 
              roadkill and more
              Won't appear on the 
              Northeast Corridor.
              (to be sung by Amtrak 
              patrons)
              Amtrak is better, though 
              some say it's pricey 
              Jersey Transit is dirty, 
              the clients are dicey
              You'll ride next to 
              a drug-addled cynic
              Returning home from 
              a methadone clinic. 
              Chorus:
              I-95 is a commuter's 
              hell
              Jam-packed with cars, 
              and buses as well
              Road rage, traffic jams, 
              roadkill and more
              Won't appear on the 
              Northeast Corridor.
              (to be sung by N.J. 
              Transit patrons)
              The patrons of Amtrak 
              are all of them snobs
              Rushing to get to their 
              high-paying jobs
              The bourgeoisie is an 
              odious sort
              Viva la proletariat, 
              and its mode of transport.
              Chorus:
              I-95 is a commuter's 
              hell
              Jam-packed with cars, 
              and buses as well
              Road rage, traffic jams, 
              roadkill and more
              Won't appear on the 
              Northeast Corridor.
              (to be sung by Amtrak 
              patrons)
              Amtrak is swell, you 
              can use your laptop
              Between Princeton and 
              Philly there isn't one stop. 
              We'll move to New York, 
              once our fortunes are won
              And enroll our beautiful 
              kids at Dalton.
              Chorus:
              I-95 is a commuter's 
              hell
              Jam-packed with cars, 
              and buses as well
              Road rage, traffic jams, 
              roadkill and more
              Won't appear on the 
              Northeast Corridor. 
              
You can reach Kate Swearengen 
              at kswearen@princeton.edu 
             
            
            
             
              
             
            
             
               
             
                
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