I was a elementary/middle school principal in South Africa for many years. The bus was where it all happened. Drivers ran the busses as private taxis and told kids not to tell, there was a memorable time when I had a bus issue reported by a parent who was irate his daughter was bullied. I asked around and the way the story started was, “Well, I had a can of whipped cream and then it got in the back of the bus and I wanted it back……….” I shared the story starter with the parent later that day. There was a long silence on the other end. There were flashers and suckers, and porn on demand. All as the bus drove along streets where every pole had a penis enlargement add plastered at bus rider eye-level. Fun times. Love your response. I’d have deputized you and given you a silver star, a black leather jacket, and one of those riding crops to slap the side of you leg as you patrolled the bus.

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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