Bus Report #830
After supper we went to wait for the 66 Quintara. With 20 minutes to spare we started walking down 29th, a quiet residential street.
The night was still and warmer than we expected, the sky a deep blue-black. The walk was good, it was strange to be the only people out and when we finally stopped a few blocks later in front of a bus stop, the only other sign of life was a raccoon darting down the sidewalk into someone's yard.
When the bus arrived we were the only passengers, for the entire ride.
I can't remember the last time that happened. When the bus stopped at 9th and Judah to spit us out, we thanked the driver and headed off towards home.