The View From Nathan's Bus

​It's a waxing gibbous tonight, yellow, a sense of possibilities from high overhead. I'm done for the night– or almost done, seconds away from...

It’s only a few minutes of faces I don't recognize, and then we have Andrew. Andrew's on his way to practice mountain climbing. Albert,...

The accent. I knew him from before. The vowels drawled out in between clipped consonant edges, a straining against the upper mouth, little enthusiasms in...

Yes, they vary wildly in temperament, outlook, attitude...but isn't that what you want in a group of people? Look at them. There are so...

“Merry Christmas, happy holidays, all that good stuff," I call out to my ragtag crew. We are the nighttime 7 and we’ve just boarded...

There's a lot of time to think when you're driving a bus. There shouldn't be, what with the incredible amount of mental multitasking involved;...

  I want to share a story with you. It sounds like it’s about a monk. It isn’t. It’s about you, and me, and anyone else...

"Man, she, she was always worried something like this might happen. That's why I been the way I am. For them, just in case she...