While I was in New Orleans, my son Chris was in San Francisco. We thought it would be an interesting time-warp thing to be on each of our city’s public transportation at the same time and then call each other. It magically worked out. Chris called me from San Francisco as I was just getting on the street car in New Orleans. I was able to hear the bell from the Powell Street line as he was able to hear the clang of the St. Charles Street car. Okay, it was a little father son bonding. Give us both a break.
St. Charles Street line.
I’m riding the street car.
Chris hanging from the cable car.
Powell Street line.