The View From Nathan's Bus

He was showing me his app. I saw a series of vertical green bars laid across an X-axis. Our shifts now concluded, after an evening...

I used to save these. They're the bottom ends of transfer slips, leftover in the cutter after tearing them off for customers. I call...

I've been out here long enough to watch people grow up. I've listened as they've built up concepts of self and culture I can...

You know I love to write, but I also love public speaking! And some bus stories are just too much fun not to get...

What a pleasant sensation, to come back to the textured urban haunts of South Seattle and be greeted with welcome, as if a returning...

They looked like a lively bunch—a gregarious crew of five in their twenties, two girls with a stroller and a trio of boisterous boys...

Abdi laughed. His perfect teeth shown in the reflective dark; it was one of those dry nights, clear, where the silhouettes of trees and...

A year and half ago, the sight was a sorry one. A man and his son, the father ribbed in sweat, the coked-out shameless...