The View From Nathan's Bus

I love that they have an actual day for this. There's something endearingly old-school about it, and yet who can argue the value of...

This was before the pandemic, when getting on through the back was frowned upon. These two teens tumbled aboard through the middle doors anyway,...

"We don't want RapidRide," Marcus told me one night. I'd been telling him stops would be eliminated, and how the 49 would be separated...

No, the conversation didn’t have the urgency or desperation of our first, nor the celebratory airs of the second. But I like to think...

What will we call each other sixty years from now? Sixty years ago we thought we knew. We didn't. Some of it won't be...

This post is a thematic sister to this post. --- I will look back on these days with wonder. I will remember the texture of the...

I'll leave it to those around me to conclude whether or not I'm the same person I was eight years ago, when I started...

As in several of the posts in this series (see below), I’m sprawled out on a bus home after a long day working. I’m...