There is a certain happiness sighted when your bus comes along. It is of course a small specialized form of happiness and will never be a great thing.

-Richard Brautigan, The Old Bus

Monday, May 19, 2008


On the first day the wife took the bus to work, her only complaint was that there were no benches at her stop. When I blogged about that, an anonymous commenter said a bench was on order.

And so, today, there was the bench.

The wife, who has now been riding Sacramento Regional Transit to and from work for more than six weeks, is a much more sophisticated rider now. When she saw the bus bench this afternoon, she said, "There's no shelter."


zarchasmpgmr said...

Oh, so many aphorisms come to mind, but I'll go with: inch...mile...

Anonymous said...

Please tell your wife that a bus shelter request has been forwarded to Clear Channel and a site survey will be conducted. Permission for installation of a shelter will be made with the city if the site meets ADA specifications for size.

arian said...

I live in iran.
the old bus and in watermelon sugar and dreaming in babylon and etc. are translated in iran.
Brautigan is my favorite author.