Flying nuns don’t pay
January, 2003 I was riding the 4E (now the 4K) to work at about 7:00AM. I sat down in the frontmost frontward facing seat. A guy was sitting in the side facing seat directly in front of me, declaring to the world that the media makes people less creative, and he looked to me for comment, so I told him that I write, and I don’t watch television (I still don’t actually). Continue reading ‘Flying nuns don’t pay’
Proofread my love letter
Bakersfield, California. 105 degrees, and I am waiting for the 2 to show. At the bus stop is a guy who, for whatever reason, is wearing a heavy flannel shirt. Out of nowhere, he asks, “Can I ask you what your opinion of this is?” I didn’t really say yes or no, and had no idea what he was referring to. As we board the bus, he proceeds to tell me that he has written a love note to his fiancee, and he is unsure whether he should give it to her or not. Continue reading ‘Proofread my love letter’
Who needs soap operas?
I get to ride in with the “guests” staying at the Ramsey County Correctional Facility to Downtown St Paul every morning, cuz I live about one mile up the route from the jail. I ride home with ‘em in the afternoons too, four days a week. I eavesdrop on all kinds of stories about carousing, drinking, drinking & driving Continue reading ‘Who needs soap operas?’
