nostalgic route

it was his last day on the route, which must have been why he drove so slowly, as if savoring every inconsistency in the pavement; perhaps also why he gave me a 4½-hour transfer and then diligently announced every last stop for just me and the one guy sitting all the way in the back.

—from 28 feb 2006

12 June 2007

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