The View From Nathan's Bus

"Heeegghhh," he said. "Aw yeah," I said. Just pretend you completely understand the guy, is what I told myself. Most of communication is body language anyway. When...

"Redden, or Renton, or something. Northern." I know what these guys are talking about. I practically yelped out the answer: "Redding, California!" "That's it!" "The halfway point...

It's a system of peaks and valleys, life is. At this moment, somewhere last year, I was in a valley. You know the feeling,...

I'm parked at the terminal, standing by my bus in Rainier Beach as I work on a Richard Wright novel. Ah, literature. A cry...

Is it so silly, when we really think about it, to mourn the passing of a coach type? Think back to your childhood haunts....

Have you noticed how when people run for the bus, they're nearly always smiling? Most especially when they make it onboard, but often before...

"We spoke boastfully in bass voices; we used the word "nigger" to prove the tough fiber of our feelings; we spouted excessive profanity as...

"I din' know you drive up this far," said a woman who usually rides my 7 only when deep within the bowels of the...