Friday, October 24st, 2003

I’m coming back from somewhere with a group of people (a class maybe?). We’re on a bus headed home. An old woman in our group suggests we transfer at a particular street. I’m unfamiliar with the neighborhood and would rather transfer to the 71 at another street. We get off and wait on the corner. A short bus stops but it’s filled with a football team. As we wait for another one, I go to a nearby corner to lookout for the 71.