Bus Ride Nutters and their Dramaramas

Two urban vignettes from the metro buses of Greater Seattle edited from text messages to my wife, Faithlyn, on our iPhones, during the winter when we were between cars, and I struggled with prolonged, serious illness:

Monday 10 February 2025

So will get off at Highland Terrace, the small, triangular park just above Northwest School for Deaf and Hard of Hearing Children and walk downhill to our apartment at The Current. I have my headlamp on cuz it’s dark along that stretch but hopefully not full of crazy druggies who whirl around and glare atcha like they’d charge in a second. Had a man on the Aurora bus earlier who was talking to entities only he could see. He spoke to these Invisibles as one engaged in a normal conversation with a friend. When he stood up to get off the bus at the next stop, he hoisted a blanket high up over his head; twas plain as day he was stark naked from the waist down to his shoes. Startled, one homeless man jerked up straight in his seat, stared hard, and blurted out, “Good Lord a mercy, that fool ain’t got on no pants! And it cold on them nuts!”

Yeah, Lord, it’s cold on those nuts! It’s February, after all. Must be some tough nuts.

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