Monday was quiet, Tuesday I walked to 22nd this morning, cause Lee had a doctors appointment and was off. The morning number 11 has been quiet, because Loretta hasn’t been on the bus with us.
I was walking down Mossman, when the roosters were crowing. Quiet! It is still dark and early. All I could think of what was REALLY said to Paul Revere on his famous Midnight Ride, The British are coming! One citizen throws his window open and yells out “We are the British you drunken fool! Shut up, go home and go to bed, damn you!” Had the same feeling toward the damn roosters!
Christina was with me on the number 11. Everyone else was missing in action. A huge crowd was getting on at 22nd Street that was trying to get away from an arguing couple.
My Harrison number 8 bus left me in the dust before I could cross Broadway. I was occupied in rereading Clan of the Cave Bear. It is helping me with a short story I’m editing.
The rest of the week on the bus was kind of quiet. Got a lot of rides because I was working all sorts of overtime. So a quiet week.