Bus Report #44

I went out to the bus a few minutes early and ended up talking about the weather and the old neighborhood with a 22 Fillmore regular we’ll call… Ramon. Anyway, we talked about the bus and living on Oak Street. The bus was crowded when it came. I sat against the window next to a very serious looking kid with a flute case. Within ten minutes Ben had gotten on the bus (smile smile wave nod),then J. (smile, wave and then a scowl as she tried to slip into a seat) and finally British-look guy (shouldered his way to the back of the bus, all the while walking with his usual odd gait). It was weird to see so many people I knew in the same, enclosed space at the same time.
J. got off first near Café Macondo. I wonder how that place is these days. My first and last visit there involved roaches and I’ve never gone back.
Ben was next, four blocks and several heavy-lidded smiles and eye rolls later.
Then British-look guy, bobbing down the street, looking out of place in his own neighborhood.
Ramon was last. He had errands to run before heading home.