Christmas Eve
He came up to me at 135th, scabrous and gristled. This was last Christmas Eve, on the 358.
"You give a good ride, man."
"Well, thanks,...
Happy Mother’s Day–in December!
Walker Percy once wrote that when the same event happens twice, one at one time and the other later on, we can define everything ...
Surrounded by Friends
Recently on the 3/4, a young man in a red beanie, huge red sweatshirt, massive gray sweatpants, and oversized basketball shoes boarded with his...
Be at Peace, Mr. Garner. We Will Love the World For You
"Good peoples, bro," a boy said, coming up at the end of his ride, offering a regular handshake. I've just let his brother ride...
Getting Some Diversity Off My Chest
We addressed "the whole bathroom thing" in my previous post. While we're on a roll, let's settle another issue--the one where people tell me...
About Those Urine-Soaked Seats…
You've probably heard by now of the now-famous sixty urine-soaked seats. In what ended up making national news, the Washington State Department of Labor and Industries...
The Streets Regard Ferguson
I try to avoid turning my stories into soapboxing opportunities, and for that reason they're rarely topical in the "breaking news" sense, but I'm compelled...
Be Nice to That Couple From Frankfurt
"FUCK YOU," he says as he boards, with such unhinged force I can only find it comical. Fifty-year old East African man in a...