No thumbs at all
About 10 years ago, I was riding the 4 southbound from downtown on a summer day at rush hour, the bus was about 3/4 full. At Franklin and Lyndale, a tall, slim African-American man in his late 40s or early 50s got on. He sat down in the sideways-facing seat directly behind the driver. There was already another man sitting there, in the third seat, furthest from the driver. Continue reading ‘No thumbs at all’
Out of the wheelchair
Have you ever seen those folks on the bus whom, no matter how many people are standing up, still decide to take up another seat with their bag, newspaper or themself? Well, as bad as that can be- this sighting was even worse and much more baffling to me. Continue reading ‘Out of the wheelchair’
