[My mom wrote this post before I took over the blog.]<\/p>\n
One recent Sunday I got on the 74 to go from Queen Anne to the U district for a concert. The bus was late – a very rare occurrence here.<\/p>\n
Naturally, because we had a long wait, there were lots of characters at the bus stop. Two men with a big, barking dog struck up a conversation. They asked me my name. Surprised, I said, “Cathy.” I forget theirs.<\/p>\n
When the bus finally arrived, the driver (a motherly-looking African-American woman) announced, “I need a navigator. This is my first day driving this route. I usually work in Tukwila. I’ve never seen this part of Seattle.”<\/p>\n
Since we were in Seattle, and not New York or Philadelphia, everyone smiled, preparing to enjoy the adventure.<\/p>\n
“Does anyone know the Fremont Bridge?” The driver began to sound really nervous. One sandy-haired young woman stood next to the driver, softly murmuring directions in a soothing tone.<\/p>\n
Then the men from the bus stop where I got on yelled, “Hey, Cathy!” I tried to pretend I didn’t hear. I wanted to explain, “I don’t know them.” But I just said, “What?”<\/p>\n
“How do we get the Number 16?”<\/p>\n
“I have no idea.”<\/p>\n
Another passenger handed them a schedule. They were looking for a dog park near the Woodland Zoo. Me, I just go to Belltown.<\/p>\n
Returning home, the driver was a calm, experienced silver-haired man. No adventures. We were at Key Arena right on schedule.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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