I was thirteen when I realized that some people can sleep through an entire night without benefit of background noise from trains, planes, automobiles and streetcars. My Chicago childhood conditioned me to sleep soundly regardless of the nocturnal clattering of people in action. My eyes opened during an extended visit to my Aunt's farm in northern Michigan.

It was too quiet for me to get a good night's sleep. The only noise was the occasional marauding deer in the apple orchard causing twigs to snap as he strained to reach his intended snack. A twig snapping startled me although the EJ&E Railroad, Chicago Line 5 clanging its way to the car barn and the low flying red eye to Midway never caused a stir.

We had commuter commotion where I lived down the hill. Adding to the serenade was the frequent wail of sirens announcing someone being transported to the hospital or being chased out of town by cops.

When I moved to Hesperia, where nights are wrapped in the sound of silence, I was not surprised that I found myself wide awake and staring at the ceiling just because the ice maker was working the graveyard shift. Who could sleep through such a racket?

I slept soundly when I knew that people were moving around me. They could go somewhere or just get out of town without needing to map out a route or depend on having gas in the tank. It meant I had that advantage too.

For two bits, I could hop a city provided bus that ran every 20 minutes and would pick me up at my corner to take me to my choice of local shopping districts. Across the street, for a short wait at the RTD bus bench the Express would put me onto the freeway fast lane to the Los Angeles Civic Center. Walking two blocks from home, I could take a trip on the Gold Line Light Rail that linked me to a network of other transportation systems connecting the entire world. (Except Hesperia.)

I read with interest that we could reasonably expect that someday a Bullet Train might shoot from Disneyland to Las Vegas targeting Victorville and the Ontario Airport. The Southern California Logistics Airport is on its way to becoming a major world wide shipping and transportation center, and a third rail line will be built in Cajon Pass.

A lot of attention and planning is going into retail transportation. This place is humming and getting noisier all the time. But who is planning for personal transportation? Will people movers ever be within listening distance of my home to lull me contentedly to sleep?

Victor Valley Transit Authority schedules show that Route 44 is laid out to go to The Mall, Hesperia City Hall, the new library and the Post Office. Buses arrive every sixty minutes. An hour waiting in the desert sun is sufficient to turn your day into a dried date. Route 45 to Victor Valley College stops at 9:00 pm. People attending cultural events in the evening won't be using it.

The Park and Ride lot #28 on highway 395 looks promising for commuters on those days when the trucks take up all the lanes through the pass or when the fog is so thick you have to drive with the window open so you can hear the traffic coming before you experience the crash. Does lot #28 operate? I haven't received a response to my email inquiring about the commuter bus. Did it shut down? I don't see many buses on the pass except those with onboard bingo.

The classic train station in Victorville is now only interesting to history buffs. Passenger trains no longer stop there. The station is used as a Greyhound bus stop with connections so timed that a day trip becomes a lifetime commitment.

We are sitting astride three routes that brought civilization to southern California. When did we exit? We need to be attuned to the possibility that if we don't develop sound personnel transportation systems, our autos aren't going to move any faster than did the wagon trains and we'll eat the dust of the retail transporters passing us by.