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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Sunday, July 20, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Bus lore
By Lisa
An old scraggly-beard guy on the No. 12 says you can ride from Portland to Seattle on city buses, and it only takes four hours if you time it right. He said something about taking the farthest line of C-Tran that heads north, and then you pick up a bus from maybe . . . Centralia? Then Olympia, Tacoma and then connect into the Seattle system. I am really curious to know if it is possible, but not curious enough to actually figure it out.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
No apologies
By Lisa
It was lilac, plush and very large. But the Hispanic man in his late 40s didn't seem to mind that he was holding a stuffed elephant the size of a small woman on his lap. In fact, he looked straight ahead, his eyes inches from the back of its fuzzy noggin, and ignored it. The late-night No. 12 is a reasonably well-behaved crowd. We ignored it too.
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