Bus Report #671
Approaching the bus stop I see the three ladies that often wait with me.
One has a new perm, one wears a hat with a houndstooth print, and one wears gaudy gold jewelry. These ladies are all friendly and chatty and while I don't know their names and they don't know mine, we are friends for a few minutes a day as we wait for the 22.
"Afternoon, ladies," I call, and they wave and say 'hi' back.
On the sidewalk by the church, the concrete lettering says MARIROSA instead of MARIPOSA.
For the first time in months I see Ramon waiting for the bus - the 19 instead of the 22. He has a new haircut.