His teeth were biting my…
In the early nineties I was a student at the U of MN, living off campus and without a car. As a result I became a bus expert. I specialized in the teens – the 17, the 19, the 16 - and sometimes even graduated to the 21. I have a million stories, but my favorite comes from the 16. Continue reading ‘His teeth were biting my…’
You dropped your chapstick
My wife used to live in highland and so occasionally I’d end up taking the 134 into downtown with her in the morning. The 134 is probably the nicest bus I’ve ever ridden. It’s very clean and very quiet and people only really seem to talk to you if you want to talk. Or if it is something short and polite. Continue reading ‘You dropped your chapstick’
Colored Suit Man
This isn’t a story about one event in particular, but rather a fond narrative of my favorite character who rides the bus. There are many people who play bit parts in my life – the excessively friendly guy who helps me at Caribou every morning; the guy who flirts with me when I buy groceries at the Uptown Lund’s; the woman who gulps down coffee during aerobics at the Y. These are the people you see all the time and feel like you know intimately, but in reality they’re complete strangers. Continue reading ‘Colored Suit Man’
