Transportation as a Gateway to Learning—From Subways to Skies

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Early Fascination as a Pathway to Discovery

Some kids memorize baseball stats. Others can name every dinosaur from Allosaurus to Zuniceratops. I was the kid who memorized the New York City subway map.

Four hundred eighty-six track miles, a tangle of lines more intricate than any anatomy chart, and 472 stations—each with its own personality. I used to sit with that map the way other kids sat with comic books. The G’s lonely green line, the A stretching heroically from Inwood to the ocean breeze of the Rockaways, the way the 4 and 5 shadow each other before peeling off like old friends heading to different boroughs. It wasn’t just a system of rails; it was a world of possibility.

Funny thing is, I now have a grandson with the same spark—except his passion lives on the streets and in the skies. At four, he stands on the curb like a miniature car sommelier, announcing make, model, and year before most adults could even identify the color. He studies maps like treasure charts, and when a plane crosses his field of vision, he looks up as if receiving a transmission from some aeronautical muse. He’s never been to San Diego—but when he finally visits, he’ll find it a transportation playground.

How Transportation Curiosity Shapes Learning

There’s something powerful about that kind of early fascination. People think it’s a hobby. But really, it’s a honing mechanism. When a child becomes obsessed with the mechanics of how things move—cars, buses, trains, planes—they’re not just naming machines. They’re building neural circuitry for attention, pattern recognition, systems thinking. They’re learning to follow a thread from point A to point B, and—without realizing it—training themselves for the long game: the ability to learn deeply, persistently, joyfully.

Transportation has always been more than conveyance. It’s a metaphor for growth. Anything that takes you from one place to another reminds you that there are other places, other ideas, other horizons waiting. Whether it’s a subway snaking under Manhattan or a plane banking over Mission Bay, movement awakens possibility.

The journey itself becomes a teacher.

A Few Stops of NYC Subway Trivia

The New York City subway—my first great teacher—remains a marvel. A few favorite bits of trivia:

  • The A train still holds the title for the longest uninterrupted ride in the system—over 32 miles from tip to sea.
  • Times Square is the busiest station, but the deepest is 191st Street in Washington Heights, sitting 180 feet below ground.
  • The 6 train still makes the elegant “City Hall loop,” passing through a hidden 1904 station closed since 1945.
  • And Fulton Center is one of the few places where more than nine different services intersect, creating a kind of transit symphony.

Maps, tracks, transfers—they were my first textbook.

A Balcony Classroom Awaits

Today, my vantage point is different. From a condo on 6th Avenue beside Balboa Park in San Diego, cars glide past in a steady parade. And every few minutes, a plane descends toward the airport, banking low enough to cast a brief shadow across the street. It’s a living exhibit in motion: automotive, aerial, and constant.

Someday, when my grandson finally visits San Diego, he’ll sit on that balcony for the first time. He’ll watch the cars flow by and begin identifying each one with the effortless precision he’s already mastered. He’ll look skyward and recognize the aircraft type, the engines, maybe even its probable origin and destination.

And from that mosaic of motion, he’ll continue his own journey—moving toward new ideas, new abilities, new horizons.

Because transportation, at its core, is a promise:

that where you begin is never where you have to end.

Sometimes all it takes is a subway map, a passing car, or the shadow of a jet to set a lifelong journey in motion.

Golden Teachers: The Ones Who Shaped Us

There are people who pass through our lives and leave behind only a vague memory. And then there are teachers.

Teachers are the architects of our minds, the engineers of our values, the subtle sculptors of who we become. Their lessons go far beyond the blackboard—or these days, the touchscreen. While artificial intelligence may assist in learning, it will never replace the magic of chalk dust, a well-timed joke in a lecture, or the moment a teacher sees something in you before you ever see it in yourself.

My own journey through education is dotted with unforgettable figures who each gave me something I carry to this day.

Mr. Axelrod – 6th Grade, New York

He taught more than spelling and long division. Mr. Axelrod taught life. I remember one lesson that would never be in a textbook: “If you’re in a fight, throw the first punch.” Now, before you gasp, understand—this wasn’t about violence. It was about courage. About taking initiative. About standing up when you needed to. It was his way of saying, “Don’t let life back you into a corner.”

But Mr. Axelrod’s influence extended beyond the classroom. He was the orchestrator of student power at PS 209. He controlled and delegated the coveted positions of crossing guards—our law enforcement—and the elite slide and motion picture crews who operated the school’s visual media for assemblies. We were, to our minds, the penultimate intelligentsia—just one rung below Mrs. Pompa’s gifted “1” class. But looking back, I came to see that Mr. Axelrod gave us something perhaps more profound than gifted designation: he gave us influence. He showed us the power of controlling law enforcement and the narrative, even in the microcosm of an elementary school. A lesson in civics disguised as a privilege

Mrs. Rogart – 10th Grade Geometry

Geometry came alive in her classroom—truly alive, with chalk fragments flying in arcs that rivaled any parabolic graph. She attacked the blackboard with energy, hair in motion, proofs tumbling out until she capped it all off with an emphatic, sweeping “Q.E.D.”—which she translated as “Quite Easily Done.” With her, Euclid had flair. She made logic feel like art.

Mr. Barash – High School Social Studies

He didn’t just teach geography or history—he taught us how to think. He challenged us to look at the world with a geopolitical lens before most of us could spell “geopolitical.” He made us understand the causes behind the causes, the story behind the headline. It wasn’t about memorizing; it was about seeing.

Dr. Smith – College Biology

Now here’s a man who gave the phrase “learning in a bar” a good name. His office was the Rathskeller, a dimly lit pub in the bowels of the student union. There, over locally brewed Buffalo beer, he spun tales of fruit fly taxonomy that somehow made us want to memorize Latin names. He humanized science. He made it social, even fun.

Dr. Bugelski – Educational Psychology

It’s been over five decades, but I can still recite his lectures. That’s how vivid his theatrical delivery on learning and memory was. He didn’t just teach psychology—he performed it. He didn’t just explain the theories of learning—he embodied them. In a strange way, he implanted his lessons permanently in our neural networks.

Dr. Berman – Pharmacology, Medical School

He taught us the music of medicine. With cadence and rhythm, he embedded the pharmacopoeia into our green med student brains. We didn’t just memorize drugs—we felt them. His lessons were like a drumbeat: precise, repetitive, unforgettable.

Dr. Sam Rapaport – Hematology

Dr. Rapaport was the kind of physician we all aspired to be. A legendary hematologist with encyclopedic knowledge, yet he never lost his kindness. At the bedside, he modeled compassion with every word and gesture. His brilliance was exceeded only by his humility. I spent my career trying to emulate the grace he brought into every room.

Teachers like these are irreplaceable. Their impact is timeless.

Yes, AI may write essays, solve equations, or simulate patient encounters. But it can’t throw chalk with reckless joy. It can’t wink when you finally grasp a hard concept. It doesn’t pour wisdom into a dark corner of a campus pub. And it surely doesn’t leave behind the lasting rhythm of a mentor’s voice echoing across the decades.

Teachers are golden. Their value isn’t in their output—it’s in their humanity.

We revere them because they gave us more than facts.
They gave us ourselves.