Celebratory Dance
Many years ago I was riding the bus to work and, lo and behold! My brother got on. He was not much of a bus rider, plus I hadn’t seen him in awhile, so I was really happy. We started chatting and then I asked him about his new girlfriend (fast forward several years for a couple of seconds: she’s now his wife) and how the relationship was going. He got an earnest and proud look on his face and confided in me that Continue reading ‘Celebratory Dance’
Private Pillow
My most embarressing moment in riding the bus for 20 years is the time some man got on the bus. His eyes looked a little buggy. He moved slow. He sat right down next to me on the first seat. I knew something was going to happen by the way he looked. And it did! Right away he toppled over. Passed right out on my lap! Continue reading ‘Private Pillow’
