bus lament

thinking more about the bus, this morning, as i chewed my coffee and stared out the window at the remarkable landscape. i have had a very short bus career. since i lived fairly close to both my grade school and my junior high school, i walked instead of bused. in high school, i got to ride the school bus for the first time, and it was always slightly nerve-wracking for me. even now, i get all jiggly and adrenalined, anticipating my stop. i think it comes from taking the train lo those many years, between erie, pennsylvania, and chicago, illinois, where erie was one end-point and chicago the other; you couldn’t goof that up, really.

and now because of my ultra-efficient bus, i don’t even have an excuse to ride the muni metro. a damn shame, too, because i love that light rail, in a vaguely naughty way.

okay, not really, but it makes for interesting reading, and that’s why we’re all here.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

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