tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post116174006938225802..comments2023-07-28T05:47:41.717-04:00Comments on the sky as infinite grace: Public Transportation Autumnh. e. c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13808369698771998372noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-88671304703393873742008-06-19T15:35:00.000-04:002008-06-19T15:35:00.000-04:00I remember you telling me and lydia that story.......I remember you telling me and lydia that story....Abigail Clarkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17042611237509213871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-1162837143030773222006-11-06T13:19:00.000-05:002006-11-06T13:19:00.000-05:00it always is a little scary.it always is a little scary.h. e. c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13808369698771998372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-1162836988953048182006-11-06T13:16:00.000-05:002006-11-06T13:16:00.000-05:00Haha, the same thing happened to Ben! The bus sto...Haha, the same thing happened to Ben! The bus stopped and the driver asked if he was supposed to get on. I always thought how funny it would have been if he had gotten on and gone to school that day...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-1162407534234826342006-11-01T13:58:00.000-05:002006-11-01T13:58:00.000-05:00I love your writing, Hannah! I miss you . . .I love your writing, Hannah! I miss you . . .Elisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387895570718914902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-1161804563783078732006-10-25T15:29:00.000-04:002006-10-25T15:29:00.000-04:00You make me miss bus-riding. Not to D.C., no. Ch...You make me miss bus-riding. Not to D.C., no. Charter busses, stuffed suits. But when I was eighteen, there were those rides to Community College out through east side, in San Jose. My brother still rides the rail to State, even though he has a car. There is a middle-aged man who rides the rail sometimes, and Peter tells me about him. The fellow says very simple things, sometimes a little loudly, in case no one's listening. He's usually dressed in a bright primary yellow slicker, with a matching blank baseball hat. We think he's an innocent. Either way, he always seems to be happy about something, and Peter calls him the Sunshine Godfather of the VTA.Brutes In The Hallshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06137732647609243244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-1161778064875172392006-10-25T08:07:00.000-04:002006-10-25T08:07:00.000-04:00i want to marry your neighbor eli.i want to marry your neighbor eli.juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17730638679035646997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20850161.post-1161746432934171692006-10-24T23:20:00.000-04:002006-10-24T23:20:00.000-04:00Sigh... good images, good memories.Sigh... good images, good memories.janiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12193584630908486787noreply@blogger.com