Morgan Freeman drove my bus this morning. When I got on the No. 44 downtown headed to PCC-Cascade, I hadn't paid any attention to my driver. I pulled out my A&P textbook to study for my quiz and settled in for the ride. When he announced the stop in Chinatown, I took a peek. OK, so he was a little shorter and a little softer, but definitely a resemblance. But the voice. I wanted to stay on the bus just to hear more stops in the narration of my life.
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