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THE BUS: Clouds
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Sunday, September 19, 2004. She is standing, all nine years old of her in her pale blue dress, the one with flowers, the one she adores. It hangs past her knees and it has a cover for her shoulders and arms if she becomes cool. A thin piece of white cotton, really nothing more. With her hair up in barrettes, she still looks four years old. This is all that matters. They clutch their white plastic bags of candy fizzes tight in their hands. Hands so different from each other. And my daughter feels safe.
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THE BUS: October 2004
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004. Everyone is tired on my bus. Most passengers flash their red passes towards the driver's face without seeing him. I am lucky to be on the bus early on the route. It fills with standing passengers so fast. Tired, standing passengers. It is a heavy silence. A strong, thinking silence. We all remember life and come alive. But not too much. Most of us get off on the same stop. Almost all of us head to Tim Hortons. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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THE BUS: Merry Christmas to the Drivers
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004. Merry Christmas to the Drivers. I am a happy customer. I board your buses to fabulous smiles everyday. Hope you all keep warm this Holiday Season. Happy Holidays to you 2. I hope you have the most fabulous time, Esther! I'm guessing this blog has gone bye bye? No, I am sure I will be back to it in a month or two. No time. :(. Useful information. Go on! Ritalin fast no prescription. Sport car insurance uk. Computer home based business. 120 cheap tab tramadol. 2001 430 gs lexus.
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THE BUS: June 2004
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Sunday, June 27, 2004. People dress differently on Sunday evenings on the bus, I discover. There is also a lot of college kids making their ways home after their weekend parties. Everyone is casual and looking like summer. Even the book reader in her red flowered blouse. There are sneakers and sandals. Tee shirts and jeans. I almost look almost normal except for this large black book bag I am carrying. It is still daylight, but the street lights are already on as today's sunset of pink is too smoggy.
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THE BUS: July 2004
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Friday, July 23, 2004. He tries to stop the bus as it rolls down the street. But the bus driver cannot stop mid-traffic. We come to the lights and wait. He knocks on the door, his eyes hard as he pays, staring at the driver. He turns to look down the aisle. His long hair is greasy at the ends, clothes, he has no style. I see him, time spent in dark rooms too long. His round pizza gut heaves as he over-dramatizes his breathing. Huff Puff. Huff. Puff. He looks around, incredulous. Monday, July 19, 2004.
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THE BUS: Heavy Loads
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004. Everyone is tired on my bus. Most passengers flash their red passes towards the driver's face without seeing him. I am lucky to be on the bus early on the route. It fills with standing passengers so fast. Tired, standing passengers. It is a heavy silence. A strong, thinking silence. We all remember life and come alive. But not too much. Most of us get off on the same stop. Almost all of us head to Tim Hortons. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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THE BUS: Near The Psych Hospital
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Monday, August 23, 2004. Near The Psych Hospital. It was three o'clock in the afternoon when the 83 year old man boarded the bus in his pajama bottoms and a large white t-shirt stained from his lunch. His shoes were thirty years old and a rusty colour. He wore a beautiful gold watch. But he was weird. He had stained tobacco fingers but he had no package of cigarettes with him. I was getting off the bus when Crazy Bus Lady got a call. Describing the old man. She turned to him. Shit," he sighed.
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THE BUS: December 2004
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004. Merry Christmas to the Drivers. I am a happy customer. I board your buses to fabulous smiles everyday. Hope you all keep warm this Holiday Season. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Visit my Friend the Bard. The President of the Internet. Merry Christmas to the Drivers.
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THE BUS: An Hour Long Wait
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Monday, April 04, 2005. An Hour Long Wait. Today the snow fell and then the sky turned blue and melted that snow. Today the wind pushed you along, if you dared to walk outside. It pushed my son and me right into the bus shelter. It was not too long before he appeared. He spoke to me as soon as soon he entered the shelter. I said, for I had not heard him. I have protection," he says and he lifts the corner of his blue ski jacket, his blue shirt and I see this long silver tube. Okay," I reply. Okay," I nod.
