Getting Impatient

I keep seeing those trains, Jerusalem's lightrail, chugging along the tracks.

A select few journalists, no bloggers I've heard of, are allowed to sample the service.



Since the route is good for my travel needs, many times I've wished to be invited for a ride.

I wouldn't have needed to walk so far the other day if the train had been operating for ordinary people like myself.  I could have either taken it to the bus station, instead of walking to Shmuel haNavi, or in the other direction to Pisgat Ze'ev.

At this point we should call the train:

The Great Tease