Pajamas and a bath robe
In the early ’80s I had a night route on the 21. Once, at about 11PM, the bus was westbound approaching Lake and 36th. There was a bright moon, making everything stand out in sharp relief. The night was warm for January and there had been a good deal of snow that winter, which was now piled along the curb by repeated plowing of the streets. Continue reading ‘Pajamas and a bath robe’
