The View From Nathan's Bus

"How's it going?" I nod to a man clad in brown and black. "I'm great," he says, even though he has a cell phone to...

  A twenty-something couple approaches the front, late at night at Othello Street. They're about to deboard. "Um," says the girl. "Hey, can we ask you...

Rainier and Othello is not an inviting place. You know the landscape: one and two story buildings, mostly residential, with buckling and otherwise eroded...

  Her profile is distinctive. Short, compact, fit, young spirit in an older body, with that angled hair at the front. Yeah, it's gotta be...

  That guy is sleeping on the cement again, next to the comfort station at the Rainier Beach terminal. What food do I have, I...

  Leroy's on the bus tonight. He rides often. Time passes like nobody's business when he's around. Tonight we're in spirited conversation, gesticulating like a...

  He's the younger guy with the fro cut to look like he's wearing a pair of headphones. If it was ever a fashion, it came...

  I'm yelling out the window at friendly faces. We're on the 7, going through lower Pioneer Square. First it's a man I don't know,...