Monthly Archives: September 2012

Helping Hand

I tell the paratransit driver to take me to the west entrance.  When I get out and start feeling around, he asks me what’s wrong.  ”I can’t find the west door,” I say. He tells me, no wonder, the west … Continue reading

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Waiting, At the Bus Stop, In the Rain

I have faith the bus will come.  I’d prefer something tangible.  Faith is useful; I just dislike putting it to the test. I’m waiting on the 8:18.  It’s late today.  Yesterday it was on time.  But then, yesterday it was … Continue reading

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