BUS RIDES

 

BUS RIDES:

My first bus ride was when I was about two or

 three years old.  I am sure that Richard was

 with us.  Dad was working in Eastern Oregon 

and Mom had to return to Emmett for some 

reason.  So we took a bus.  The main thing 

I remember was when we were nearing Ontario 

there was an over powering smell of onions. 

 Phew!

Next bus rides were the routine school bus 

rides when ever we lived out in the country

 sides.

One very special bus ride was one to eastern

 Idaho to attend the 1965 Basketball 

tournament which Emmett won for their 

division. I screamed myself hoarse.

There was one memorable bus ride when we 

lived near Riggins.  Mom found us a Church 

Day Camp to attend.  Away we went, all six 

of us. One of the ladies thought the girls 

were my daughters.  We all did the macaroni 

and glue art project. I remember some one 

asking about religious preferenes.  Not a

 problem attended plenty of Sunday school here and there.  I am sure the lady was d by my eccumenial leanings.

When I lived in California, my first roommate

 took a trip back east.  She had me take a 

bus from Vallejo to Reno wher we met.  

That was fun. The trip up was unremarkable 

except for a black couple who were drunk and 

argued.  The bus driver finally had them leave the bus at some point.  There are always intereting folk to be found on a bus.

Then I took a bus ride with Charlie from 

Philo,CA to Novato.  We were scheduled for a 

trip to Idaho. We rode on a helicopter to 

SFO and it was noisy.

Before that I was chaperon for Vicky on her 

class trip. We weny from Novato to Disney. 

This was shortly after a big quake that 

brought down freeways.  Once we got close, 

the driver very carefully got to the Happiest

 Place.  It was fun.  I forgot how few places

 there are to sit down in Dinny land.

I got got we had a bus system in Barrow, 

you 

could look on the Eskimo channel to see how close it was.  Hop on drop in a token, away you go!! Occasionally the driver would say where were by saying “ And here is the Blue Hotel. Jail” Every one laughed.  

If I ever hit the lottery I would start a l

ocal bus service for Coquille and to Myrtle 

Point for free. Wheeee.