Bus Report #539

Wednesday morning a man got on the 38 and sat down in the front of the bus. He was wearing a BAR HARBOR sweatshirt, and I smiled, thinking of some of my favorite Maine memories and the taste of Jordan's blueberry muffins on a cold winter morning.
He also had a purple tote bag with a large white pony doll with a long, flowing, silver mane.

We got to Fillmore just as the 22 was pulling away from the stop, so I walked slowly up to the Sutter Street stop and waited for the bus there.