I took the bus back from Richmond to DC early Sunday morning. I love contrasts, so after driving John’s Mini Cooper S all over West Virginia, getting on a budget bus with a Chinese driver and full of folks dropped off by a collection of barely running vehicles, or who’d sprinted across the industrial landscape to the bus’s 7-11 launching point provided the perfect counterpoint to end my trip with.
The seats filled up bit by bit, each of use staking out our row with bags and purses and coats. Whatever we could use to signal that this isn’t the seat you were looking for. Move along. Move along. Continue reading