Bus...

I saw her late!

I had turned left on to Marne Highway and was cruising west at over 50 mph, when I really noticed. That down the road, to our right (my son was with me), at the edge of the shoulder, was a woman.

Not that she was easy to notice!

She was short and seemed to be standing right where the 2 large fields seemed to converge. Especially with the grass being really tall, it was hard to notice her till we got really close.

The only thing I noticed as we passed her was that she wore a pair of white earphones. Why she was standing at that exact spot, not that I could not fathom, but I really didn't think about it.

I didn't give her another thought either!

We went on to pick up Ganesh from his home in Moorestown (the next town), turned back around and headed to the YMCA. Where I dropped off the boys and then turned home bound.

It was as I passed Hartford going east on Marne that I saw her again!

Not only was she to my left this time, the way the road angled ahead, she was in my direct view.

That's when it also struck me why she was standing there!

She was waiting for the bus.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?", I asked myself! "Are buses plying this route that infrequent?"

My mind was transported in a moment to another place, another age!

I smiled to myself and it only became bigger, even as my car went up the hill, I noticed a bus, bound for Camden, just leaving the light at Larchmont, headed down her way.

I thought of the other place as I passed it!

"Madras", we used to call it.

I thought of long waits at a bus stop!

I'm not sure why, an image of the one in front of Valluvar Kottam flashed before my eyes.

Everyone did it!

"I waited for an hour today", they would say.

While '37' had a higher frequency, legendary was the wait for '25', bound to Triplicane.

I came up to the right turn at Larchmont!

I turned further right at Narbeth and eased to the left on to Normandy.

"There was no telling when the next bus would arrive!"

"There was no app for that", I thought as I pulled in to my driveway.

"Only the rectangular bus shelter, with its neat little squares that housed the bus routes."

"The endless sunshine and several other people waiting for theirs"...

Tammy Jo...

I left at 6 AM!

Google maps indicated a 7 hour 52 minute journey, and with a couple of breaks, I was looking at about 9 hours. And if I could do anything to avoid traffic delays (what with construction work on I95), I wanted to do exactly that...

The rain came right behind! It washed the entire 170 mile stretch on I85 N, sometimes gentle to render a misty view, but at other times, fierce to force me to follow a giant truck which served as a guiding path under very low visibility...

I still made good time! I passed the 170 miles in a little less than 3 hours and was on to I95 N, which I would take for the best part of the next 5 hours (save only the 40 mile homestretch on I 295 N) and even as rain slowed down a little, I heard another rumble, this time in my stomach...

I shouldn't have stopped, really! At least not right where the construction work on I95 began, knowing that the traffic can get backed up pretty fast in that stretch. Sure enough, when I got back, it was almost stand-still, cars lined up as far as the eye could see...

I merged with the mess coming in from the ramp and deftly slid over to the left most lane. I don't know why I do that everytime I'm in a jam but it gave me a strange sense of comfort...


First, he was just a photo opportunity (like any dog that puts his head out of the window from the car right ahead of you)!

But soon after I had perfected my skill of shooting some pictures with my iPhone held in landscape mode right on top of the steering wheel, with both hands holding both (wheel and phone), I realized that he was a little more...

Having his head out of the left window in a car that stood on the left most lane afforded him a view of the oncoming traffic (southbound). A little later, he disappeared, only to appear in just a few seconds, this time from the right...

"What's going on?", he must have wondered. He must have noticed that the cars on the left were moving but the cars on the right stood still. For soon, he started going back and forth. A quick look out the left followed by a discerning peek out the right...

And soon I realized I was following him! I was quickly reminded of the analogy of watching a game of tennis from somewhere in the middle of the court and how the head follows the ball as it is struck by either player, left to right and back again. Only this was better...

Surely, he must've felt the rain! Gentle as it was, it was falling for sure, but he didn't seem to mind it. His well-timed curiosity continued and my eyes followed...


And then the magic moment came!

Back at the right window, he spent just that extra second this time. I don't think he gave up! He must've figured, "It is what it is. They'll move when they move"...

For, even as he thrust his head out a little, closed his eyes, lifted his head, opened his mouth wide and let the rain drops fall in, the wheels northbound on I95 started rolling...


Rain and the traffic ensured that the next 5 hours stretched into 6 and more, but just those few seconds made it worth the ride...

Thanks for your time, Tammy Jo...