A blind man rode the bus home with me yesterday. And by, “with me” I mean he was on the same bus as I, and I watched him. I tried not to stare, not for his benefit as much as for the benefit of the other people around me.
There was a woman on the bus yesterday who caught my eye. She sat at the front of the bus, and was on it when the driver began his route. She had shown him her half sheet of paper, presumably with directions on it.
She didn’t speak a word of English, only had her half sheet of paper.
I “met” Joshua on the morning bus out to Aurora. I had been riding the bus for many months, and eventually began to recognize the regulars. Joshua particularly stuck out: he was blonde with a buzz cut, had glasses, always wore the same Avalanche jacket, and daily he spouted out a contagious “Hi! How Are You?! GOOD Morning!!! Pretty good, thanks! It’s going pretty good. How are you?! Pretty good so far, thanks!”
