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SorryBob's avatar

Beautifully written. What a life you've led so far! Also, I would not want farters in my car!

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Bob W.'s avatar

Thanks Daniel. My commute story. Back in 1966 I worked in NW DC and lived on Lee Hwy in Falls Church. It was an early dark cold morning. I boarded a commute bus paying no attention to the bus number. Immediately I felt I had entered the Twilight Zone. Usually my commute bus is full of smiling, laughing, brightly dressed, and perfumed commuters. I was greeted by a bus load of silent drab dressed mournful workers. I sat quietly comprehending the 'Zone'. I assumed all busses go to DC. When the bus did not cross Key bridge in Arlington I knew something strange was happening. Finally the bus pulled up at the Pentagon and everyone but me got off. The driver said he was headed across the 14th street bridge into DC and I was welcomed to join him. So I did.

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