A Jermaine afro, a cuss alarm, an adopted word, and doing the holiday hustle…

~Monday~  Right Way William (the bus driver formerly known as Wrong Way Willie) was our driver this morning. I took the seat behind a woman who was dressed flawlessly—at least from the neck up; I couldn’t see the rest of her. She had on a black knit blouse with a thin rim of white around … Read more

A plethora of buscapades, a quartet of affirmations, and a smörgåsbord of religions to chose from…

~Monday~  The bus driver this morning was Wrong Way Willie—I just now named him although he earned his name two weeks ago. Madonna and Genetically-Beautiful Daughter got off at the stop after I got on, and Sophia’s hair was not tied up, which always makes her look precociously old, reminding me of Donna Summer’s hair … Read more

The strangest buscapades to date, and Salon V…

~Monday~  Excitement on the bus this morning, although it started out like any other day: Madonna and Genetically-Beautiful Daughter got off at the stop after mine (with Sophia’s beautiful hair tied in a long braid that hung down the middle of her back), Sci-Fi Fantasy Man read, and as far as I saw when I … Read more