The PA system plays a regular patter for each route, but on my way home a few nights ago that system wasn’t working properly. It sat silently as we rode from the terminal all the way down…
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One of the symbols of bay area citizenship is the FastTrak box on one’s dashboard or windshield. You can live in SF, or San Carlos, or Mill Valley, and never leave your town and never need…
It was dark and the squalid terminal was deserted when the bus pulled up and I boarded it - an articulated coach, they call them, with a bendy bit in the middle. I went to my habitual seat, facing…
Sometimes fate catches you by surprise, and you wind up where you never imagined you’d be. And sometimes you see fate trotting toward you from across a busy street and you just know in your…
I started this piece in the post just below this one, so you might want to check there first before hopping on this particular ride.
Let’s take a moment now and see who we’re…
I got off the bus as usual, taking my usual note of who got off at the same stop. Sometimes I recognize my fellow central Richmond denizens, but usually I don’t. This particular night…
A few days ago I was waiting for my 38L to work in the morning when the regular 38 rolled up. I stood back to let others board and then heard a thumping from inside the bus. I glanced up…
I’m a bit brain dead this morning but that doesn’t diminish my residual and retroactive enjoyment of my evening yesterday. It was a lovely banquet, and a great, though much too short,…
This is the second story about hearing and not hearing on the bus. Where’s the first story, you ask? Immediately below this one. Like hell I’m going through the trouble…
The past two posts have been about being on the bus and hearing things, or not hearing them, as the case may be. This is the third and last of this series. Cleveland elects to receive.
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I’ve ridden with the Hummer before. I usually have trouble picking him out in the crowd when I first hear him - toneless closed-lipped grunts, like he’s honking through his nose……
I organize my mornings with care and deliberation with one primary purpose in mind: to get my head straight for another day in the cube, answering bassackwards phone calls and uncovering mistakes I’ve…
Nothing really starts life back on the right track like good bread. Last night I brought home a freshly-baked loaf that a dear friend thoughtfully…
Y’all have been getting antsy, haven’t you, looking for my next transit vignette? Those precious pearls of commuter experience that make you wonder why you even logged onto the internet…
He gets on at a huge thoroughfare where a lot of questionable characters enter and leave the bus. At first he doesn’t seem too fringe: his beige jacket is in good condition and fairly clean;…
I was on the same old bus to work with the ‘buds in my ears, listening, as I recall, to The New Mixes…
Today I will take you on a thrilling adventure. You have all read of my endlessly fascinating DAILY BUS RIDE HOME FROM WORK. But really, what’s the hoo-hah all about? …
Oy. Wednesday. Since I got Monday off, this week is only one day long for me so far, and already it feels like a kidneystone with waterwings bumping its clumsy way down the urethra that…
Yesterday I posted a vignette about a woman on my morning ride last week. This one is about my ride home that evening. I tell ya, some days the 38L is pretty boring, and some days it isn’t. …
It seemed to get dark early on the evening that I saw him join my cadre of fellow busriders. He seemed self-contained and well-adjusted, quiet and polite - the sort of person that might have a…
I thought the brothers were going to be the leading characters. They stood like ‘dum and ‘dee at my left and right knees, respectively, thick shaveshadow stark against the pallid skin…
Of all the people who ride my bus, she may be the quietest: that may be what ultimately brought her to my attention in the first place.
She is always discreetly dressed, wearing cosmetics…
The first time didn’t count, but this second time gets full credit. I can now honestly admit to being a gropee.
Time #1 didn’t count because it took place in what the…
it’s been a while since my daily ride on the bus made its way onto the headlines here at the hut, which we call “hutlines.” since when? since now, you little troublemaker. …
The first thing I noticed about her was her enormous ass. I have seen them marginally bigger, but not on a woman of such short stature. Short, but not small - she was as buxom as she was…
Well hello again Blogland, and welcome to 2006. My ’05 ended delightfully with a multi-day reunion party with the inlaws out here in Maryland, full of laughing children and healthful exercise…
Yo, happy monday, blogsylvania. Hope you had a fulfilling weekend. Mine started early when I went home sick from work on friday. I did have the energy, however, to go to our friends’…
Immigrant protest day promised an unusual commute downtown. Market Street would be blocked by a parade and the weirdness just seemed to be flowing upstream, right into the Richmond. When…
Fun night tonight, we saw Swingers and followed it up with the short subject, Swingblade. …
Greetings from the Poconos, where I’m having a great time. Zach is enjoying the family and the swimming pool, and I’ve gotten some nice photos and some killer brats and cheesesteaks. …