Now show me yours
I was heading South on Chicago Ave on the number 5E. It was a pretty full bus, but it looked like the typical crowd from the neighborhood. I was sitting near the front of bus. I needed to unwind after a long day at the office, so I began work on my Sudoku puzzle taken from the local paper. Continue reading ‘Now show me yours’
The public rapper
Once a week I take my ~2 year old daughter on the 50, to visit her grandparents for the day. This week we were sitting in the front seat playing counting games on our hands and watching the urban charm of University avenue roll by. Continue reading ‘The public rapper’
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’
