Bus Report: Bus Driver's Wife

Well its good news today as the bus drivers wife made it through heart surgery ok. She'll be making a full recovery.

Oh how windy it is in Mill Creek this morning... Almost enough to blow the glittering gold away.
As I sit in my seat I ponder the universe, and my place in its vast nothingness. Do all these articulated limbs wrapped around velour covered foam (once described as luxurious) really amount to anything? Crisscrossing legs among briefcases, handbags, and umbrellas.
Perhaps the now absent scissor-snaps lady has all the answers. Maybe it is I that is blind to her flowing tendrils of spun gold... Kept in check only by a pair of snapping scissors carefully preening and organizing each strand with precision.

I, the ubiqutous bitch of route 414 can only sit and wonder, iPod-less, in a static-y mess of Top 40... Fading out, along with my dreams. What good is all this glamour if I can't act like a rockstar?