Paint-splattered bus
When I was living in Portland, I used the 75 a lot, which, as anyone who knows Portland, knows what a sketchy route this can be, as it goes all the way up 82nd Ave (or, as I called it, Hooker/Tweaker Boulevard) and the aptly named Killingsworth Ave. One time, a few blocks down Killingsworth, out of nowhere a group of about 5 or 6 kids come out and start shooting paintballs at the bus. Continue reading ‘Paint-splattered bus’
Permission to sniff
The best story I have about riding on the bus happened about 25 years ago. During rush hour, the bus is packed and I’m stting in the back on the seats that face each other and two well-dressed business women are sitting on the opposite bench. This being Minnesota, there is a space in between them of course. Continue reading ‘Permission to sniff’
