I Want My Metro Transit
“Twenty dollars,” the man scoffed with a thick accent, “in Columbia we slit your throat for twenty dollars.” It was a balmy Saturday night into Sunday morning, 1998, and the unfortunate gentleman had just fallen victim to a group of young bus hustlers. Continue reading ‘I Want My Metro Transit’
They’re taking away your freedom
There was a period of time where I had a driver on the 50 who decided that the bus PA system was their own personal pulpit. I must say that this driver was punctual, polite, and cautious. I know that they meant well. However, it started getting weirder and weirder every day. Continue reading ‘They’re taking away your freedom’
His “Earth Angel”
I’d started working at the university and decided to take the bus to ease my commute stress, and be nice to my pocketbook and the earth at the same time. A few of the people on the 760 knew each other and chatted a lot, but everyone got big grins and sincere “good morning!”s from our friendly driver. Continue reading ‘His “Earth Angel”’
When Irish Eyes are Smiling
Last night I was riding the #2 bus from Franklin and Chicago to the end of the line on Hennepin. I took a seat in the middle of the bus, but as most of the passengers got off at Nicollet, that left only a few of us between Nicollet and Lyndale and I could sort of hear the driver conversing with the riders in the peanut gallery on the subject of singing Irish songs. Continue reading ‘When Irish Eyes are Smiling’
