The Finite

So remember how Fort Wayne was very car dependent? This is the view from one of the bus huts in the employee parking lot. A shuttle comes around and picks up people waiting at one of four bus huts and drives them to the Orthopedic hospital entrance. (The hospital is seen in the distance.)

That’s only 700 feet to walk, guys. Are those buses really necessary? If we have to walk 1000 feet, do we get a monorail? Because that’s totally worth it to me if it means we get to have a monorail.

Well, maybe this is complying with some disability law or some such. If that was the case, I guess it was too hard a sale to allow those that need to park closer have spaces close to the building?

2% fuel economy bonus!
Can now refuel without spilling gasoline on self!
-20% chance of falling asleep at the wheel!

600 XP to next level

So what I heard about Fort Wayne: is that there’s nothing in Fort Wayne.

I made the trip at 8 this morning, luckily traffic was light since I largely ignored my suicidal GPS device that always wants me to take I-94 through Chicago to get to Indiana. Instead took I-290 to I-294 to I-80 to route 30 to cross the Hoosier state. I’m here for 4 weeks for an organ transplantation rotation that starts tomorrow at Lutheran Hospital.

This part of the state is weird. Especially when I crossed the line where all my radio station presets started changing and mashing up genres. Alternative becomes country, country becomes classical, and Spanish channels become christian rock. I actually went two hours without hearing Lady Gaga. It was awful.

Fort Wayne is (I really shouldn’t be surprised) heavily car-dependent. And there are so many subdivisions in this area. Fort Wayne on Google Maps looks like a capillary bed. Yeesh. Wouldn’t want to live here. Oh, well. As long as I have my trusty travel ironing board and PC Gimp suit, I should be pretty ready for this rotation.

But I should mention that when I got here, I realized I broke Douglas Adams’ one rule.