April 2011

It’s a different type of bus this morning and the rear seats facing each other smell of vodka. Some look as if their cloth covers are soaked from the rain. Or vodka. MG hat guy from yesterday makes a cameo again today. He shakes his folded up umbrella, leaving a […]

And an old white guy complete with sweater, thick glasses and one of those hats that look more at home bobbing along down country roads in an MG rather than on a half-lit bus potholing it’s way through brick an mortar corridors, steps on at 38th with a contagious vigor. He quickly sits and removes […]