I’m going to talk about money
I missed the express bus and needed to hop on the ’slow boat’ 4 heading north into downtown. Around 36th street a woman got on - probably in her 50th, looking a little ragged - and sat in the front row next to a professional looking man. Continue reading ‘I’m going to talk about money’
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’
Better than medieval lords
Last night I was waiting for the 50 by the armory, which was being used as a distribution point for the Salvation Army toy give away. Needy people were going in and coming out with big red bags full of toys. Continue reading ‘Better than medieval lords’
Twenties, tens, and fives
Right before my stop we were sitting at a red light. There was a homeless person on the corner [as is usually the case in minneapolis], whom she waved over. With a smile, she handed him a free transfer and we went on our way. I thought it was a very nice gesture. When we got to the stop where i was going to get off to wait for the six, the same guy walked up, with a friend. They began to bitch about what people had been giving them Continue reading ‘Twenties, tens, and fives’
