It's the first day of school in the
put the children on and then I ask the driver how the kids will know where to get off. He said, "Not to worry," he would warn them. new city and we've walked to catch the bus on the corner. I
That afternoon I'm busily snapping a photo documenting the triumphal arrival of the homebound adventurers when the bus stops and the door opens. The driver sits there and looks at me.
It was a video moment. Too bad I only had the still camera. He finally sighed and said, “They aren’t on here. Call the school.”
“Well, let’s see, I don’t have the school’s number, we moved here yesterday.”
“Don’t worry, the kids will call you.”
"How?" It is the era before cell phones and they don’t know the number. I barely remember the number as it was only connected that day!
“They’ll bring them home.”
Really? “Who is they?" and "How will they know where home is?” We didn’t make time for a crash course in orienteering last night after we drove into town.
“I’m sure there is nothing to worry about.”
Would that be because they have memorized their city, state and zip?
Dear Diary 1998 and Anyone Else Who Cares,
I found a calendar! It's August 17, and my breakdown was scheduled for the 14th. So, I'm taking it today. Me, T.