

Bus drivers 'r us
Our neighborhood school bus pulled into my street one afternoon recently. I happened to be behind it. There's a roundabout a few houses down, and the driver began to angle off the first right. In the middle of the turn, he stopped and fired up the bus flashers. A tiny girl climbed down the steps, passed in front of the bus, and began to head on around the circle, opposite his path. The bus driver waited, watching her walk toward her house. She shot a quick glance back before


The lie.
My college roommate Jackie and I met for the first time at Belmont in 1967. A close friend from my hometown was also there along with my cousin who was my best friend growing up. The four of us were an immediate posse and we had one big ole time our freshman year. Eventually our new best friend went back home to Michigan where she married a great guy and raised a family. The rest of us remained closer geographically.
We managed to visit a time or two over the years and loo