Buscapades

Good morning. Comfy? I am. It's Sunday night, kids are asleep, and I can barely see the screen of the laptop over my post-fasting Sunday dinner belly. I am working to try and post more often, I keep telling my wife I am going to blog, then I get caught up in something much more interesting like Seinfeld re-runs while we fold the wash. But this will be the week.

I am still biking home from work. And to bring you all into my world of Bus, I have included some candid shots of some of the key characters on stage. This one is of "Murder She Wrote" Man. His name has now been changed to "Wicked". I am supposing his name will change with each book title, until I become more familiar with him to perhaps use his actual name.


This little gem catches "Lady Friend" in a dozing phase. She's sitting next to a stand in for "drunk lady" from our last episode. We're anxious to see if she gets a starring role in future shows.




This is Ray, in the suit. I know many of you out there have taken pictures secretly with your phone, it's no real easy task. On a bus, there's people next to you, behind you, everywhere. People on the bus just don't seem like the kind of people that like having their picture secretly taken and posted on a website later. It looks like I also need to clean off the lens of the camera phone.

This one is my favorite, because it catches so perfectly the whole bus experience:


That's Ray again on the right, then on the near right is my backpack that's hiding my camera phone so that I can take the picture of the man in the hood. That's right, you guessed it. That's "Bad Joke" man. I think this was a somber day, hood up, no jokes, not even a quirky side comment. I am sure he needed a hug. The man sitting across from him, who I didn't get a picture of and here's why, had his hand in his backpack the entire ride. I bet Bad Joke man could have asked him for a hug, but it would have been real awkward when the "backpack" man got up and his 45 Magnum fell out. What do you say then? "Are you one of those Bus Marshalls that the TSA puts on buses in case they are high-jacked?" I am sure he was packing heat.

So the wheels on the bus really do go round and round.

I love the bike ride home. But there's still one aspect of the trip that is not quite as comfortable as it should be. That is the "Poorly Stuffed Sausage Escape".

Please stay with me here. Picture this chain of events: People you are with everyday, everyone is wearing suits, there is a moderate amount of respect, perhaps even a moderate level of adoration between co-workers. Well, then one of them comes out of the bathroom dressed in skin-tight spandex shorts and a crazy bright colored jersey and what look like prescription shoes that click-clack down the hallway. Much respect going on? Much adoration? Not likely. So, I remind most of you viewers at home that our last analogy of my current biking phase was of a Kaiser Bun on a toothpick, right? Then you can probably imagine the poorly stuffed sausage analogy of me in spandex. Let's just say it's a work in progress. So I get in the men's room stall, the big one, change my clothes, and then make a break for the back stairs to carry my bike down with the hope that no one else sees me. It's actually okay right now, I can always use the -I'm on my way to a costume party. I'm going as a Kielbasa on a bike!- excuse. But after Halloween it may be a little harder to use the "Thanksgiving Elf" excuse. Everyone knows those elves don't wear black.

But I am loving it. The weather has been just perfect. It's just about 65 or so when I am riding home. It's supposed to get colder this week. Even better.

I will be posting in a day or two, I have pictures from Nick and Caleb's last game that are incredible.

By the way, HERE is a link to the Club 47 that James Taylor speaks about in his song on my play list. That's for you Becky.