there’s no way around it now: one way or another, ottawans are going to remember rick leary’s name.
after all, the only reason ottawa residents came to know the names john manconi, renée amilcar and troy charter is because they were in charge when things didn’t work — when, one by one, they found themselves in front of cameras and microphones at too many press conferences and technical briefings, insisting for the umpteenth time that customer safety was job one, as opposed to, you know, having public transit that worked.
if everyone in town knows who you are, it usually means something has gone wrong.
the ink on leary’s new business cards isn’t even dry and already the lrt has delivered yet another reminder of how difficult it is to make lemonade when the lemons you’ve bought are really bad.
whatever we thought was fixed isn’t. new damage has been discovered in the train assemblies — serious enough that officials considered shutting the entire system down.
so we’re not in a complete shutdown. instead, we’re in some grey twilight zone version of groundhog day, repeatedly just one problem away from the next problem, and despite being told things are moving forward, always feeling a few stops shy of our destination.
none of this, of course, is leary’s doing. he didn’t design the system. he didn’t build the trains. he didn’t lay the track. heck, he just got into town. but he signed up for this, and now he owns it — every bit of it.
because while the rails can be fixed, the wires restrung and the bushings rebushed, the bigger job for leary will be repairing the trust that has broken down more often than the trains.