wednesday, january 17, 2001
every monday, wednesday and friday when i go to catch my bus to the u. i get to see a parade. i have to leave the house at an ungodly hour to get to the campus before my first class at 8. it takes about 35 minutes to get to the campus by city bus, so i am out the door by 6:45 to catch the 7 a.m. run.
and of course, if you are late or the bus is early it does not wait for you. so its best to be early, just in case. this usually gives me some time as i wait to watch the parade of yellow school buses go by. bus after bus after bus. some go straight, some turn at the corner. some are big some are small.
some have flat roofs, others are rounded. some have the snub noses for the engine, others are completely flat in the front. a few have a little bracket on the side for cards with bright colored numbers, many don't. some have cards with bright colored numbers, others don't. like any parade, they can have
breaks in between with other vehicles of different colors. so they come in long strings of 5 or 6, or one will be by itself, and anything in between. occasionally they are spaced, as if the light at the previous corner decided to regulate them: go - wait - go - wait. bus, car, bus, car, bus. Bus after
bus after bus. some are quiet, some sound like they haven't been repaired in ages. bus after bus after bus. and it is so cold that the wind they create brings tears to your eyes. i am always very glad to get on the nice, warm, white/pink/blue city bus on parade mornings. and as we pull away from the stop
over to the light, what should come up behind us? a big. yellow. bus.