The View From Nathan's Bus

  Two years ago I posted the first of these stories, which now number in the hundreds and stem from seven years of bus driving. The...

  As I woke a scruffy older sleeper at the U District terminal, he grumbled out something I think he intended to be derogatory. Something...

We're headed out to the Valley. I pull up to Martin Luther King Way, across from Franklin. It's a dingy gloom tonight. The dealers...

  I see her brighten the bus stop as I pull up. Third and Union southbound, some time before midnight. Hers is a smile which...

  We won't tell anyone I took it for a test drive. As I pulled my 358 into the layover at Second and Main, I noticed...

  "Next one is Aurora," I announce from the 44 route. "Aurora Avenue, where you can get the E Line. That's the old 358." People get...

  A woman in her twenties with a terrific, full-bodied Afro boards, all smiles and legs. It's nighttime on Capitol Hill during Pride week. The...

  Josh is in his late teens, African-American and something else, tall but not too tall. In our youth we sometimes oscillate between dialects, particularly...