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Commute By Bus Must Start 2 1/2 Hours Ahead

Jodie Mozdzer Gil

Connection pulls up to Green at 6:25 a.m.

To travel from my home and reach my job 9.5 miles away by 8 a.m., I had to catch a 5:30 a.m. bus. A day-long adventure — featuring bus-catching sprints and hours added to each end of my commute — had just begun.

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The following details of my 11-and-a-half-hour day will be the first in a series on public transportation in Connecticut, the CT Bus Diaries project. The project is a collaboration between the New Haven Independent, the Valley Independent Sentinel and ten students from my multimedia journalism class at Southern. We’ll be blogging about experiences on CTTransit’s bus lines this semester. We hope to give a glimpse into the hectic, routine and off-beat commutes of the people using the bus system. (See a previous article about the system here.) We’ll start with columns about our own commutes on the CTTransit lines.

It was still dark and I was half asleep on Friday morning as I stood at the end of my driveway on Garden Street in Seymour, tea in hand, making my way to catch the 5:30 a.m. F bus into New Haven.

If I aim to use public transportation — and Friday I most certainly did — catching this bus is my one chance to get to work on time to teach journalism at 8 a.m. at Southern Connecticut State University.

So my heart sank and my feet sprang to action when I saw the bus. I was still about a block away from the stop, which is around the corner in front of French Park on Spruce Street.

Google times the walk at three minutes. I made it there in one, awkwardly running in my work clothes and dress shoes, tea abandoned on a nearby retaining wall.

Sadly, my 5:30 a.m. sprint was not the only time I ended up running toward a bus on Friday.

Despite my study of the bus routes and maps provided on CTTransit.com, I was close to missing my first connection, and missed my afternoon connection entirely.

Clarence Saves the Day

Jodie Mozdzer Gil.

The entire New Haven system operates as a hub with spokes: Buses from the suburbs convene at stops around the New Haven green. From there, riders can pick up a transfer to their destinations around the city.

For me, it means backtracking about two miles.

The lone bus from the Valley into New Haven takes me a roundabout route to work: Instead of driving the 9.5 miles from Seymour to Westville, the F bus takes me through Route 8 in Derby and Route 34 in Orange — an almost 18-mile trip with connections.

The route is roundabout for my needs. It’s also timed in a way that requires the early morning bus. If I catch the next F bus from Seymour, with connections I won’t make it to Southern’s campus until 8:08 a.m.

The 5:30 a.m. F bus from the Valley stops at a transit hub on Elm and Temple streets, across from the New Haven Public Library.

Once deposited on the sidewalk on Elm Street, I realized the directions I had prepared said to get off on Broadway and York instead.

So I checked the map inside the bus stop shelter and saw a big B stamped on the corner of Elm and Temple. I must be in the right place.

As I turned to face the street, I noticed a bus pull back toward the sidewalk. It was the one I just left, and Clarence, the bus driver, was motioning for me to come toward him.

I stepped back on the bus.

I overheard you saying you were taking the B1,” Clarence said. You’re not going to find it here.”

He then pointed across the New Haven green and carefully explained where I should stand to catch the next B1 bus.

Walk fast, it’s coming soon,” Clarence warned.

I half-ran the length of the green, beating Clarence’s bus to the corner of Chapel and Temple. When I got there I panicked: had we misunderstood each other? Did he think I said D? Did he say D?

As he approached the corner, I walked back toward the bus and Clarence leaned his head out the window.

You said B like boy, right?” I asked.

That’s right,” he replied.

In the minute while he waited at a red light, Clarence had just enough time to explain that I could avoid the rushed walk and get off on Broadway and York. That would give me more time to walk to Chapel and York, where the B1 drives on its way out of downtown.

I planned to try it on my return trip.

Running After The F6

Planning the trip back to the Valley involved a choice: I could take the 4:10 p.m. F6, which would allow me to attend a full meeting at work, but would bring me home almost 12 hours after I left that morning.

Or I could leave the meeting an hour early, in order to catch the 3:02 p.m. bus — dropping me off in Seymour at about 4 p.m.

I chose the 3:02 bus home.

It meant catching the B bus from Southern’s campus at 2:19 p.m. and waiting about 25 minutes at the corner of Chapel and York, the plan Clarence described earlier that morning.

During the 19 minute ride to York Street, I chatted with Tiara, a hoola-hooping Army veteran studying English at Southern. By 2:40, I was walking down York toward my final connection point.

Two bus stop shelters on the south side of York and Chapel were filled with people when I arrived. The Q bus drove by them, and pulled over at the opposite corner. Two more buses did the same: avoiding the established bus stop because of construction on that portion of the street.

The F5 was the third bus to do so, stopping at exactly 3:02.

Again, panic.

Did I write down F6 when I should really be taking the F5? I climbed up onto the bus.

Is this the bus into the Valley, or should I wait for the F6?” I asked the driver.

The F6,” he said. It’s coming soon. Just wait here where it can pull over.”

Sure enough, less than 10 minutes later, I saw the F6 approaching. I stood at the side of the street, as if to hail a taxi.

Then I stared in disbelief as the F6 blew by the stop and continued up Chapel Street.

For the third time that day, I started to run toward a bus. It worked twice before, but failed this third time.

Half a block later, I stopped. The F6 continued on its way without me.

I cursed myself for trying this mid-route connection, as I walked the three blocks to the Chapel Street hub to wait an hour for the next F6 bus.

On the 4:10 ride home, I saw many of the same faces I saw on the 5:30 a.m. bus, people who came into New Haven from the Valley with me. I finally got home around 5:15 p.m.

It seems a 12-hour day is common when you commute from the Valley to New Haven on the bus.

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