Santa can’t use the reindeer
The 17 is one of those curious bus lines that come out of downtown, mixing the suits, bums, students, uptowners, retail workers, and the unusually usual cast of the urban theater. On one particular afternoon I was heading back from the U and the 17 Southbound had just crossed the I-94 canyon. The riders were the typical mix of everything and everyone, it was relatively quiet, and everyone had the look of routine. Continue reading ‘Santa can’t use the reindeer’
