Grief on the Street

“Did I miss the bus?” How to answer? I was standing at the bus stop clearly waiting on a bus and only one bus comes to this stop. “If you missed it, then I did, too,” I said smiling. It was hard to say how old this guy was as he rode his bike onto … Continue reading Grief on the Street →

Stranger Danger

I ride the bus. Often. Actually, I ride the bus to get wherever I’m going unless I’m walking, riding my bike, or occasionally getting a ride from a car-driver. In a big city this would be absurd to even comment on, but in the Midwest we generally reserve our buses for the extremely poor, those … Continue reading Stranger Danger →