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’
Thank You Sister!
I believe it was 1983 or 1984. The now extinct route 52E. I was to be the last person on the bus at Oak and Washington before it took it’s right turn to head for the freeway and downtown Saint Paul. I had one leg/foot on the bus. There was an extremely large woman in front of me, on the second step. Continue reading ‘Thank You Sister!’
