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If you do not already know how exciting it has been for me to move to city I will fill you in: it is tremendously exciting. For one thing, there are way more and way better job opportunities here. My current job, while maybe a bit lame in the hours area, is way more satisfying than my last job.

That is not that I have anything against driving buses. It’s just that now I have time to stop and smell the diesel.  No longer do I have to sit behind the wheel and be on time and scowl at old ladies. Now I can now leisurely examine those cotton tops from the opposite seat. I have rediscovered the wonders of sitting on my ass and letting someone else drive me around.

From my apartment I can see the bus rattle by, which immediately brings three warm and fuzzy thoughts to mind.  One, the old man on the bus I sat behind a year ago while visiting this city. The remaining hair on his head was delicately swirled around his large bald spot like an ice cream cone, and it looked quite delicious. Two, the beach, cold and blustery but THERE, just a quick ride down the street. Three, the dandy old man I saw while waiting to ride home, who was power-walking past the bus stop but stopped, just to pick up a hobo’s grocery bag and rummage through it before continuing on his way. It is just like Richard Nixon said, old people are our nation’s greatest treasures.

I sit here and sigh dreamily at all the wonderful rides that await me. Can you doubt my love?

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