The View From Nathan's Bus

"You know, I find this job oddly relaxing," I told a man with a box of cupcakes. "I basically tool around for eight hours...

She's repeating. We had this exact same exchange five minutes ago. "I'm a little tipsy," she'd said upon boarding, a woeful understatement. "Yeah you are,"...

"Hey." "Hey." "Hey, come on in," I said. "You leavin' now?" "Yeah yeah." "Can you hang on one second? My moms is goin' to the bathroom on the side...

"We wanna go forward, not backward! Works better that way," I muttered to myself and anyone listening. I prefer when the bus rolls forward. We...

"How's it goin'," he said, the twenty-first century version of "hello." Words may change, but intentions hold steady. I was leaving the comfort station...

Everything about the day was fine, except for this headache. I think you know the type. Imagine a subtle, unending brain freeze, surging every...

Into the mic I said, "Let's get outta here!" "We got a wild a driver tonight!" the husband of the mid-aged couple sitting up front...

I first saw him at 14th and Jackson, chatting with some NightWatch pals. It was 6:45, long before the 9pm entry time for that...