You can’t talk about a bra
I was on the way home from work. A lot of kids from an art school downtown ride my bus. Behind me there were two girls who looked about 18 and an older guy. The girls were talking at a normal conversational level about how much they both wanted to drink that night, but they weren’t old enough to buy. Continue reading ‘You can’t talk about a bra’
The “real” bikers left
It was about 1984…a kid, about the age of 11 or 12, pulls from jacket what looked to me to me to be a very realistic to real gun which I hope was a bb-gun, and shows it to me in threatening manner…with grin… I WAS DOING NOTHING BUT RIDING!!! Continue reading ‘The “real” bikers left’
The Man and the Mousetrap
He sat down on the bus seat right in front of me, while I was trying to read about how each of us individually creates meaning from the complex tapestry of the American city. I was sitting there with my nose in the book when all of a sudden this young kid (there was a whole, loud group of them in the back of the bus, where the cool kids sit) … this kid plunks down next to me on the seat. Continue reading ‘The Man and the Mousetrap’
Here to straighten you out
Back in the days of Snelling Garage, I was in the drivers’ room when two of Metro Transit’s police came in and started using the phone. I listened for a bit and got curious enough to ask questions when they were done. It seems two youths of about fourteen years of age were riding the 54 to the Mall of America and having some fun trashing the bus. They had some foodstuffs that they were flinging about. An adult male told them to knock it off. Continue reading ‘Here to straighten you out’
