Bussing In The Bronx
by Ebony Brown
Its rare that I ride the bus and on this day, I’m glad that I did. I met some beautiful folks, saw some amazing smiles and heard the laughs and cries of little kids, including an earful of obscene vulgarity from teens who have probably experienced and seen more than me. Sometimes we ride public transportation with a chip on our shoulder, not knowing anything about anyone that we’re standing or sitting next to; oblivious to what anyone has gone through, including the driver, the person who’s hands we entrust with our lives. Have you ever wondered what’s on his mind – her mind?