The Yale Bus.

So, the last time I was in New Haven....the only other time I was in New Haven, actually, was when I was a junior in high school. I had come up with my friend Elaina, and we stayed with our youth group leader Bobby who was in med school here. (He also did his undergrad here.) Anyway. It was February, it was snowy, and we came at night...and we were sort of checking out the school...trying to figure out whether or not to apply, and all I remember is how dark it was, and how at every street corner, Bobby would point out how someone got shot here or mugged there, and how you should never walk alone at night, especially if you were a woman blah, blah, blah. He just kept going on and on and on...

Apparently, it's much safer now...and Yale in part has dealt with this problem by offering a free shuttle bus. Here it is below:

I have to confess I'm much amused by these buses, because it looks like one of those yellow school buses that I took growing up...except painted in Yale colors. The inside also looks like a school bus:

Anyway, as you can see, we did take the Yale shuttle....which has mysterious unmarked bus stops, that change according to time of day, and apparently you just have to know about. At any rate, crime is down at Yale...in part because of this bus?

(For the record...Bobby told us not to apply to Yale, though he did like it there. I listened to him, but Elaina didn't. She though ended up at the University of Chicago...but I've always wondered...hmm...what would have it been like to come here? I've liked every single Yale person I've met. And this is when Heather knocks me on the head and reminds me that I wouldn't have met her. I would have defintely been a different (or as one Harvard friend once opined: scary) person if I had stayed on the east coast.)