Blog from the bus

Someone suggested a few days ago that I blog from the bus, which I initially laughed off, but once I thought about it...I could try it. So here I am, on the 27 headed out to my office. The 27 is the third leg of my journey every morning. The first is by car, dropping the kids off at the YMCA to be bussed to school and then on to the park and ride for the 41X. The first leg is nerve-wracking, with me babying my car through red lights, slipping it into neutral and humming the gas so she doesn't choke out. It's only about seven miles, but it really works my nerves. Once I mak it safely to the stop, I can relax a little and relax on the express bus, mostly full of people like me, commuters who live in the suburbs. I usually get off a couple of stops early do ai can walk a few blocks through uptown to get my blood flowing again before boarding the 27. The typical rider of the 27 is a bit grittier, more urban dwellers headed to work or out to one of the medical centers on the route. They are  usually a more colorful crew, chatting and laughing more than the 41X but still incredibly helpful, kind, and friendly. 
I had the naive impression that people taking public transportation were somehow different than me- that perhaps there may be something to fear or that aspects of this adventure may be somewhat dangerous. The most dangerous thing about it are public fears and misgivings. Overall, I'm having a blast and now I've got to end abruptly before I miss my stop.