When I was in my college, I remember travelling by buses to tutions, and I have travelled by local trains as well.
I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.
I live in Harlem, New York City. I am unmarried. I like 'Tristan,' goat's milk, short novels, lyric poems, heat, simple folk, boats and bullfights; I dislike 'Aida,' parsnips, long novels, narrative poems, cold, pretentious folk, buses and bridges.
Title IX, whether voluntarily or via court cases, opened gymnasiums to women, produced uniforms and schedules and buses.
Good things come, and I'm not just referring to riding the buses.
I was out with a friend and he came over with a pair of girls. I said to him "They're like buses." He said "What? Because you wait for ages and then two come along at once." I said "No, they are like buses!"
I'd like to get rid of those streetcars, maybe phase them out. I'm not sure how we're going to do it but I'd like to slowly but surely get rid of those streetcars and maybe replace them with buses.
So the mayor of New Orleans would have used his own buses had the people had been white?
There's been a big spur in downtown development with new business, restaurants and a lot of loft buying. The buses run, and there's a subway that runs through downtown.
When you live with someone on the bus, for four days a week, you really have to get along.
I fall in love with Britain every day, with bridges, buses, blue skies... but it’s a brutal world, man.
