A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it

Last summer, I had the pleasure of reading Steinbeck's The Pearl on the Streetcar as diagonal beams of yellow sunlight shone across the seats and passengers. The light illuminated the velvety red seats where they were otherwise shaded to a deep wine. A woman in beige, chatting quietly to the driver was the only other passenger who stayed on for more than a few stops. We passed busy shops on Queen Street, the moment felt perfect, cozy with book in hand, watching the people.
I chose the streetcar over the jaunt from the bus to subway that I usually took. On the streetcar with my book I felt connected with the to passengers going as far back as the 1860s, who likely rode the same Queen line in different cars drawn by horse. Streetcars had long been electrified (since 1894) when my grandmother moved to Toronto in the 1930s – somehow managing to find her independence and even her own apartment during the depression. Was she full of a sense of possibility and daring as I felt riding the streetcar when I first moved here from a small town in Southern Ontario? Images of my grandmother and other young women like her in a period style dress flecked through my imagination as I occasionally glanced up from my novel with the words “The Truth Shall Set You Free” echoing in my mind – words we both read entering the halls of Victoria College. I pictured my her, young, stylish, holding a streetcar rail and gazing out at the city thinking these words. Over a 80 years later, the streetcar still works best for transporting us and our reveries.
Over 150 years after its inception, the streetcar survives as a mode of transport. It allows for many experiences, and imbues a sense of history and pride. Streetcars jut out from the landscape and say “we held solid.” It is a testament to the critical thinking among Toronto's citizens that our streetcars have survived what is now known as the The Great American Streetcar Scandal, a time when cities such as Chicago, Los Angeles, and Vancouver lost their streetcars. Despite threats from politicians, and thanks to over 30 years of activism by Toronto citizens such as Steve Munro, the streetcar continues to take me to where I need to go in the most idyllic and practical way. One streetcar driver explained to me that it takes six buses to move the same amount of people as a two cabin streetcar, he's right.
I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate

Streetcars serve as a canvas to this city in a way that only electrified above ground transit does. Their smoothness, relative quiet, and clean air do not distract from the city views and interesting passengers. Buses bounce, subways hide, and cars trap us from gazing for safety sake, but the smooth glide of the streetcar allows us to be transfixed by the city or lost in our novel. I love the streetcar most in contrast to the other modes of travel I've used. On any other mode of transport, I won't have time to really notice a new pattisserie, the illuminated lights in the summer at the CNE, homeless men playing chess in front of St. James Cathedral, the vibrant reflection of autumn leaves against Grenadier pond, or stylish jackets in black rushing in to the new Opera House as the snow falls. I won't get to look up and see what colour the CN Tower is tonight, or look down to the street and see if there is someone outside who needs shelter or assistance. Streetcars teach me about my city.

Toronto, like every city, is a place of culture, and people. To walk onto a streetcar is to enter a shared space that reflects in some small way this phenomenon. To ride a streetcar even once is to learn more about this city, to see for yourself the people, and experience the urban planning on which you can either enjoy, form an opinion, or take action. The clearest example that stands out for me is my awareness of what has happened to Toronto's waterfront – by trying to catch a view on the streetcar and celebrating when I succeed! Subways, and other modes of transit deter us from street watching the city which in turn affects the opinions we form and the connection we have to these streets. They also teach us about each other and our cultures coming together.
It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.
One afternoon a fellow music lover and I decided to trade headphones. I gave him my Bach suites for solo cello played by Yo Yo Ma. He shared a song called Guilty Conscience by Ginjah, neither of us had listened much to the other's artist in the past. I am so glad I got to hear this powerful, inspiring artist. We discussed how cool it would be if everyone decided to share their music in that moment. There were so many songs being played on that train – an imperceptible world hidden to our ears. What's happened to me since riding transit is that I've learned to relate in some small way with countless people that I would have never met in a car or even on my bike. I am richer for it. In moments when the mood is right, the streetcar is a chance for me to talk with someone I might not have ever otherwise met, share a laugh, my hand, or my seat. Do I always want to share? No, but I'd rather be challenged to than not, I don't want my internal impulse for space to always override my more ignored, but no less important need for community.
Streetcars make Toronto "the good". They unite us rather than divide us. They allow us to relax or learn as we travel. From the hubbub of China Town, to the bohemian joy of passing little shops, not to mention our air pollution and high urban density, it seems ludicrous to part with them. I wouldn't want to part with them anyway. On a quiet day reading Steinbeck or turning with my fellows to admire a baby who in turn watches people of diverse races and cultures all smile, I can glimpse a secret to how we're going to do the future: with interest, with history, with songs of protest, with each other.
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Old Toronto Streetcar Photo found at: http://chuckmantorontonostalgia.wordpress.com
Quotes in bold by John Steinbeck









