Blazing blue sparkles and an intricate braided hairstyle
If it were not for her saying “Hey Driver!” like the cutest kid could, I would not be writing about how much she made me smile….and how her mother led me to question my faith in humanity. Continue reading ‘Blazing blue sparkles and an intricate braided hairstyle’
Words of wisdom
This morning I got on the 6 going downtown. The bus was slightly more crowded than usual, and I was standing for a little while. When we hit Loring Park, the bus was (obviously) more full, with more glum-looking commuters in the aisle. Continue reading ‘Words of wisdom’
When Irish Eyes are Smiling
Last night I was riding the #2 bus from Franklin and Chicago to the end of the line on Hennepin. I took a seat in the middle of the bus, but as most of the passengers got off at Nicollet, that left only a few of us between Nicollet and Lyndale and I could sort of hear the driver conversing with the riders in the peanut gallery on the subject of singing Irish songs. Continue reading ‘When Irish Eyes are Smiling’
