Screechy Cocka-Doodle-Doos
This was a few years back, probably early 2001. I got on the 54 in St. Paul, headed home from high school. After paying my fare I looked for a seat and noticed every person on the bus was sitting in the front half of the bus. Trusting that the community of bus riders knew something I didn’t, I sat in the second row. Continue reading ‘Screechy Cocka-Doodle-Doos’
