First school bus I rode picked me up at "Terra Firma Farm." It was, perhaps, about a '47 Dodge, painted Red, White and Blue. In the evening I was dropped off at the nearest "tarvie," (black-top road) where "Red," my fresh, young Irish Setter Puppy would run down to meet me.
First 'city' bus was in North Chicago. We'd been visiting Dennis' Grandmother Janke. Don't remember where we were going, but, the little tyke and I went somewhere. Encountered some despondent sailors from Great Lakes Naval Training Academy who advised us: "Don't never join the Navy." After Dennis 'lef' his Pappy's farm down on th' rural route, sayin' hey, Daddy, ahm-a steppin' out,' he eventually 'gave' the Navy about 30 years.
What a day it was when Jason left home on his first school bus ride! Photos, somewhere. Then, being kicked around by a 'city' bus company, there was quite a while when the only encounters I had with my Special Son was as I was getting off a bus, and had a few minutes with him before he 'caught' his. Later, one of his drivers manifested some obvious PTSD, which, thank God, cleared up, as he rested during a teacher's strike.
Then, there was Amy. Nobody at the house where she resided, and a "summer" school bus left her at the pick-up point, where the little squeaker stayed all day waiting for the evening rendezvous, and hiding whenever anyone who seemed to be threatening came near.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, somewhere out west, a wonderfully precious baby is growing up.
First 'city' bus was in North Chicago. We'd been visiting Dennis' Grandmother Janke. Don't remember where we were going, but, the little tyke and I went somewhere. Encountered some despondent sailors from Great Lakes Naval Training Academy who advised us: "Don't never join the Navy." After Dennis 'lef' his Pappy's farm down on th' rural route, sayin' hey, Daddy, ahm-a steppin' out,' he eventually 'gave' the Navy about 30 years.
Longhorn Leghorn said it best: "Boy . . . yewwuzzint, yewwuzzint, yewwuzzing payin' aTENshun! Boy! Yewgotta, yewgotta, yewgotta pay aTENshun, Boy! Yewwuzzint payin' aTENshun!
What a day it was when Jason left home on his first school bus ride! Photos, somewhere. Then, being kicked around by a 'city' bus company, there was quite a while when the only encounters I had with my Special Son was as I was getting off a bus, and had a few minutes with him before he 'caught' his. Later, one of his drivers manifested some obvious PTSD, which, thank God, cleared up, as he rested during a teacher's strike.
Then, there was Amy. Nobody at the house where she resided, and a "summer" school bus left her at the pick-up point, where the little squeaker stayed all day waiting for the evening rendezvous, and hiding whenever anyone who seemed to be threatening came near.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, somewhere out west, a wonderfully precious baby is growing up.
God bless her entirely.
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