WI Trip-Reverse Direction
Aug. 31st, 2008 02:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenshikurai9So to get away from Chicago, I have to go through Indiana again and my seat is right next to a serviceman getting-off in his home area near Gary. We have intermittent conversations. I hold back from objecting to the past time of tipping cows on the basis of potential crushing of their inner organs and got to find-out car tag's other name is road rage. By the time we're near Gary, he tells me he's going to celebrate when Bush is out of office. This makes me happy.
In Cleveland, it's again too damn early in the morning to give-in to my temptation to call Owen.
At some point in time, I remember a night time ride with people listening to the radio and relaying to others about the results of a Patriots and someone else game and it was a communal moment for several on the bus. Someone had their music loud enough for me to hear the sounds of South Asia.
Next major moments I remember is the bus driver not announcing that we were in Port Authority, not knowing where to go for my next bus since no employee was around and the TV screens with arrivals and departures were out, and getting a homeless guy's help and giving him a dollar or two.
At least my bus arrived in Boston an hour early without it's rest stop. I heard a passenger tell their traveling companion that the heat supposedly stopped working and wasn't discovered till after the bus had left Port Authority, but they doubted the verity of the discovery time.
Went to the youth drop-in center and took a shower in Harvard Square. Called the bf at the original, projected, arrival time and told him to come back from South Station.
In Cleveland, it's again too damn early in the morning to give-in to my temptation to call Owen.
At some point in time, I remember a night time ride with people listening to the radio and relaying to others about the results of a Patriots and someone else game and it was a communal moment for several on the bus. Someone had their music loud enough for me to hear the sounds of South Asia.
Next major moments I remember is the bus driver not announcing that we were in Port Authority, not knowing where to go for my next bus since no employee was around and the TV screens with arrivals and departures were out, and getting a homeless guy's help and giving him a dollar or two.
At least my bus arrived in Boston an hour early without it's rest stop. I heard a passenger tell their traveling companion that the heat supposedly stopped working and wasn't discovered till after the bus had left Port Authority, but they doubted the verity of the discovery time.
Went to the youth drop-in center and took a shower in Harvard Square. Called the bf at the original, projected, arrival time and told him to come back from South Station.
