The progression of people and conversations that took place on the afternoon bus rides this week was amazing and fascinating and enjoyable.
Early in the week both sides of the commute were pretty quiet. Wednesday all of the punk post-high school probable-regular-weed-smokers convened along the first mile of the ride and then had a mass exodus at Dairy Queen.
Thursday I watched a large sized woman with a shaved head choose to squeeze herself into a small space next to a hipster and his skateboard. She asked him if she could sit next to him and then just made it work – he had no where to go. Then the older dude in his fifties who used to use a lot of drugs or alcohol, wearing his grim Reaper t-shirt and flames beanie, carrying a plain purple plastic bag with no store markings (but seems to have had magazines in it) takes up conversation with an old woman who got on the bus with her cart/walker full of groceries and had every single finger covered with HUGE rings of colored stones. Apparently they knew one another many years ago and proceeded to argue about whether her daughter was or was not married to her baby’s daddy way back when.
Then today. A nineteen year old girl and a thirty five year old felon talking about how cushy the Colorado prison system is. He’s spent time “inside”, she’s on probation for something I couldn’t figure out, and they start comparing different facilities around the state by what they’ve heard or experienced. Her oldest of her seven older brothers is spending life in prison in Oregon somewhere but they’ve moved him so many times she doesn’t know where he is. When she got of the bus to make her appointment at the half way house the felon and the guy behind him started talking about how fuckable they thought she was and wasn’t…and why.
This is my community. These are my people. We are equals. I am thankful for them.
Saturday morning my son and I are going on a breakfast date in Old Town. We’re riding the bus. I want him to meet a part of our community he doesn’t even know exists. I’m also taking him to the to get his own bus pass.