Last night I went to the Press Club. My journalist-friend Stacey organized a Wednesday night get-together for any press-related people. I gave her some resistance at first — “It sounds intimidating, like there will be lots of people with jobs, and lots of people asking what I do.”
“You’re a freelancer!”
“But I’m not, I gave up on the freelance world.”
“Someone there might be able to get you a job.”
“I hate feeling opportunistic, that’s the main reason I gave up being a freelancer.”
So I went. I wore a shirt that read “I make my living manipulating DNA”.
Someone said, “I’m with the Star, who are you with?”
“My friend, she’s over there.”
The conversations were pretty light otherwise. For the umpteenth time I tried to explain to someone why I thought metro-passes were so great: “They’re vital to enjoying Toronto. Yes, they are expensive—”
“And how can a metro-pass be more fun than a bike?”
“Because you can get on and off buses and street cars and subways as often as you like. You can check out a few blocks around a stop just for the hell of it, then get back on transit and check a different one on the other side of the city. There’s no restriction to how much ground you cover, no cost or leg energy.”
“Yeah, I see your point, I guess...”
The truth is there’s more to the transit system that justifies the cost of a metro-pass, more to its connection with the city, but I always fail to get it out in words.