The View From Nathan's Bus

"I don't have a transfer...," says this sullen brother, trailing off into awkward silence. A lanky dark-skinned fellow about my age, maybe a few...

"Geezer program?! You're what, fifty? You're a young guy, man. Don't you know sixty's the new forty?" John and I continue our conversation. We're passing...

A figure slips on through the back door at outbound 12th and Jackson, against the rules. Maybe he's doing it in loving memory of...

"How you doin'?" I ask a man stepping in. "You know how it goes," he replied. "Some days chicken, some days Phillies." He didn't smile til...

The younger man pays with the change he's carefully counted. He'd just asked how much the bus costs around here. After I give him his...

She rides every Sunday night, on her way to church. Her love of God and music overtakes her body as she gives in to...

People call me the n-word when they like me, and 'white boy' when they don't. He calls me both, and he's always happy to see me. This...

We arrive twenty minutes late at the food bank on Rainer. It's just closed. A streetwise couple hoping to go there steps off, dejected...