Snoring Bus-Mates, and a Grandmother
June 15, 2010
“Chance” Meetings on a Greyhound Bus”* In front of me, one seat up, I could touch his head without stretching my arm, sleeps a round and gentle Hispanic man with jet black hair and a blue and white stripped dress shirt. He is out. Serenely dreaming of what only God knows, the sounds erupting from … More Snoring Bus-Mates, and a Grandmother