I just want to say thank you to everyone who came or planned to come to my showing. I'm always excited by who ends up coming to these sorts of things- there's your dear friends who you know will come, and there's people you invited but didn't expect to actually show- but here they are! They wanted to come, and did! I'm fascinated by the ways our lives intersect, the tumultuous paths the lines of our lives must take as they swim in and out of each other. If only there was a way to map it all.
Dan in the Wheelchair, going to Fred Hutch. A gentleman in his 50s, in generic office attire. This is on the 70. He wheels onto the lift to go down, and says, "What's you're name?" I told him, and he said, "I've been riding the bus for a long time." I was expecting him to say something about finding me unusually courteous or friendly. Instead he blurted out, after a pause, "You're the best-looking bus driver I've ever seen!" I thought to myself, oh dear. How does one respond to this? What are you supposed to say? It reminds me of another time when I was doing the 10, full house going up to the Hill, and a youngish black fellow up front kept saying, "man, you the most attractive-looking young-looking bus driver I ever seen." I didn't know if he meant that, of all the young bus drivers he's aware of, he found me the most appealing, or, of all the physically attractive drivers he knew, I was simply the youngest. I didn't press the issue. Sometimes you just don't wanna go there.