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  • Waiting for a ride

Tuesday, May 18 A slow day

I’m moving slowly this morning and am half an hour later than I should be. After 7 AM the line of riders is usually long and the cars are few. So I wait. And wait. But here’s a lovely ride in a new Chevrolet sedan. Spacious and comfy and the driver invites a 3rd passenger, so we are 4 and a full load. We all thank her and comment on why people don’t usually take more riders when they have the room. “I’ve heard them say it makes the car out of balance and uses more gas”, she smirks. “That’s nonsense!” The front seat passenger says she’s heard it has something to do with the insurance. “More nonsense”, says our no-nonsense driver as she heads out onto the freeway. She’s a 50s something Eve Arden type. (Go Google Eva Arden, a terrific actress whose career began in the 30s). I remember Eve Arden in an early TV series called “Our Miss Brooks”. It was also an even earlier radio series. Younger blog readers may remember Ms. Arden as the high school teacher in Grease and Grease 2. Check it out and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

Traffic is awful, even in the cp lane and we slog along. My rear seat companion, a youngish Asian-American fellow, is sound asleep next to me. A bit of sun is making its way through the thick fierce-looking clouds covering the bay and as we roll past Berkeley I see the sun is hitting the pale buildings of the City. The Spring tide is out leaving a shallow shoreline. 8:15 AM and we are in San Francisco.

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