I had a choice of ways to take to get to Journal Square yesterday. I could have taken the light rail to Exchange Place and then the Path, or I could have done what I usually do, walk out of JFK Boulevard, and then walk down to 30th Street to catch the puddle jumper coming out of Manhattan. There are buses that come all the way up to where I live, only they run so infrequently, I can’t count on them coming or going. Still, I chose the second and as I walked down, kept looking over my shoulder to see if the bus was coming with the possibility of saving myself many steps, and a long wait at the bus stop near the old Aldi’s. When I saw the bus, I was half way between stops. I started to run to get to the next stop before the bus did. I waved frantically at the bus as it passed, and I don’t think the bus driver would have waited for me had not some woman, waiting for a different bus, flagged her down, allowing me – breathless – to reach the door before the bus plunged ah
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