My Week on the Bus.

I’ve been negligent for a couple of weeks with things going on.

Tuesday:  Different driver on my number 8 going in, who was happy I had a flashlight, because he doesn’t know the route.  Problem is, he was chatty, and this is the grump bus.

Hung out with Lee, waiting for the number 11.  She works for APAC, which does tracking for UPS.  It’s supposed to be the holiday season, but there’s little holiday spirit when they call about their packages.  (Some have threatened the center).  Get real!

On the bus, Lynn had a card and a Christmas goody bag for me.  Loretta of course had an amusing story about a gay man who works the American Airlines airport gate.  The man is the Imelda Marcos of glasses frames.

Coming home on the 11, Louis was there and he talked about growing up on Staten Island and his father growing up in Brooklyn at the beginning of the 20th Century.  We talked about David Brinkley‘s book, Washington Goes to War.  One woman on the bus said an ancestor was one of our Secretary’s of War in the 19th Century.  His name was Russell Alger and he served under William McKinley.

On my number 8 coming home there was a guy who looked like a British tough, and he had tattoos all over his face.  I like tasteful tattoos, but there were so many, they lose purpose.  My teeth were grinding, I had to look away.

Wednesday:  Going home on the 11 Christina was her usual wiseacre  self expecting a free signed book.  I thought I was bad.

Thursday:  Off tomorrow, cold day to be traveling.  On the bus going I received my Christmas Card from Loretta.  We talked about the troops coming home from Iraq, but will they go to Iran if we get into it there?

Coming home on the 11, Louis told me about writing his family memoirs and asking about publishing in general.  Also everyone wants a freebie LOL!  How’s a struggling writer supposed to make money? 🙂

Friday-Off from work but took the bus to the library.  Coming home, this nice old man waited to get on while I helped Elaine off the bus, saying “Take your time.”  He wished us a Merry Christmas.  You as well, sir.  Made up for Lee’s stories about the angry callers to UPS.


Until next week folks.


About tucsonmike

I am originally from Brooklyn, New York and now live in Tucson, Arizona. I have discovered a passion for writing. I have five books out now, with a sixth on the way. Take a look @ my book list: The Search for Livingstone An Affair of the Heart The Search for Otzi Griffith Justice in Space. Moriarty The Life and Times of a Criminal Genius Available now on Smashwords - Amazon and Barnes and Noble As to not bore my public with just "Buy my book," I am also interested in baseball, the outdoors, art, architecture, technology, the human mind and DNA. I learned Ashkenazi Jews, of which I am one, have to lowest rate of Alzheimer's in the world. Therefore, I treat my brain as a muscle needing a workout. I enjoy good food, flirtation, beautiful women (I am happily married for thirty years), so just flirting ;) I was considered autistic when I was young, trying to figure out if I have a mild form of Aspergers and learning from that. That is for future posts. You can also see I love history. Enjoy my sarcastic silly look at the world, and making History more interesting than a textbook.
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