Sunday morning found Holli & I heading into town for our shift at the www.goinghomegreyhounds.org Meet & Greet at the home show. The city's rivers were covered with mist. Noon was much like 10 a.m. as we left the convention center. This is the view looking toward the Ohio River and PNC Park, a beautiful baseball field, and the new Alcoa building.
In words, this is the 8:15 Tuesday morning view. Sleepy me on a Port Authority bus. Wall Street Journal sitting unread in my lap. Eyes closed. Peace please. Not to be. A voice wakes me to tell me how much she likes my earrings. The opening gambit. Then the voice proceeds to share many details. Age. Marital status. Purpose for going Downtown (Jury duty). Life away from Pittsburgh. Reason for coming back. Mother's advice. Sleepy me gets a few sympathetic comments in. 5:15, there she is again but with different seatmates. I catch her eye and pull out the Journal to protect me just in case. But I don't need it. She has a soft voice, which is probably just what you want to have if you are going to share with strangers. I hope never to do that.
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