COUNTING

 Numbers and I have always had a love hate relationshiop.  I had to repeat eighth grade general math.  Ugh.  I remember knowing my numbers as a child, my Aunt Ollie had me ask Central for three numbers but I kept reading the numbers on the dial.  In the first grade, we had a test write out number one through ten.  I remember asking a classmate how to make a six.  Later on when learning to read a clock, I always got them backwards.  The only times I performed well at math was algebra felt like telling a story only with numbers.  I got a good solid B for Geometry because I typed up the theorems using blue and red ink. As far as checking accounts are concerned, always remember the bank decucts before it credits, therefore you may NOT have enoiugh money in the bank to cover that thrice bounced check.  Um hmmm. Fortunately, Kindle does math like a genius.  Thanks Alexa. 

BUS RIDES

 Bus Rides I have taken.  When I was little Dad was working in eastern Oregon.  For some reason Mom needed to return to Emmett.  I think she may have been pregnant with Richard.  So Dad put us on a Bus to Ontario.  I remember smelling the very strong smell of onions.  Moms parents probably pickes us up in Ontario.  I do not remember if we took the bus back. Dad probably came and got us.  

During school there were lots of bus rides.  One of the more memorable one was the bus driver pulled over so we could listen to one of the Freedom Seven flights.  The other more memorable one was to attend the 1965 A1 basketball championship in Pocatello, we won and I screamed myself hoarse.  Lots of fun. 

Next was a bus rideMare Island To Reno, Nevada.  I was to meet Sue my first roommate.  The ride was memorable in that a drunk couple got on, got drunker, argued and were kicked off the bus somewhere along the highway. Got to Reno an met a handsome cousin of hers who had hemophila and took factor 8.  

The next bus ride was the summer I moved to Petalum.  I took the bus from Petaluma to Santa Rose to enroll in the college.  I was not working yet so did not attend.  I wish I had after I started working.  

After I married I was asked to be escort on Vickies senior trip.   We went to Disneyland although it was not long after the big quake.  We saw freeways knocked down. The driver got us there and back and did a very good job.  I had forgotten that there were very few places to sit down in Disneyland.  

The last bus ride was when I decided to go back to Idaho.  I borrowed two hundred dollars from Tony and gave them a beautiful seascape.  The bus ride was uneventful I cauhgt the Grayhound in Philo and rode it to Novato.  Over all the buses seem to attract odd folk.  But an inexpensive way of travel.