Word: bus
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...sweet old lady walked to the front of the bus and asked to be let off "by the mailbox at the corner." Another lady appeared just as the bus resumed speed, and asked to be let off "at the Gulf station." I know I should respect my elders, but if there was more than 20 yards between the mailbox and the gas station, I will eat my tennis shorts. Then again, I'm the one who figured on reaching the campus by noon...
...about Kafkaesque experiences and razors and warm water. That's six hours, count 'em, and at that rate I could have made it back to Cambridge, although I have no idea why anyone would want to return to school early. Nothing in New Jersey is worth six hours of bus travel. Except maybe the Meadowlands Raceway...
...other trips--from N.J. to Manhattan, cab rides across the City, subways to and from Brooklyn (my ancestral home), a bus ride to yet another close friend, this one in Washington, the bus ride back to New York--passed without major incident. Well, almost. I had planned to take an early bus back from Washington on Sunday morning, meeting one of my Harvard friends at Port Authority (this time fastidiously avoiding all religious freaks and bums and whatevers), there to get on a Boston-bound bus after lunch to return to school...
...figured out, and written down a note to myself--four-and-a-half hour bus ride, wake at 8 a.m., leave house at 9, get on 10 a.m. bus and arrive in New York at 12:30. I had successfully completed the first few steps of the program and was confortably ensconsed on the Greyhound when the driver said (at least this one used the P.A. system), "Ten o'clock to New York, arriving Port Authority at 2:20. No smoking...
Luckily, this is one story with a happy ending. I rushed off the bus at 3 in New York (40 minutes late, natch) only to find my friend sitting on his suitcases on the nearby line for the Boston bus, playing his guitar and talking quietly to three new-found friends. Some people are just better travelers than others, I guess, and my friend is definitely in the former category. We reached Boston by early evening, went out to dinner, had a good conversation, and prepared for next day's classes...