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The Mother's Day Apocalypse

5/13/2015

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"Don't you ever have bad days?"

This is going to be a long one. Refill that coffee and lean back a little in your chair. It's time to procrastinate.

--

I think we can agree that the holidays bring out the worst in people. What I didn't know was boy, does Mother's Day ever take the cake. Each year I seem to have a couple of very rough bus-driving days, and this past Mother's Day was one of them. You'd think it was the first of the month, the amount of violence and alcohol flowing on these streets. Summer is on its way to Rainier Valley.

I'm often asked how I handle negative situations. I approach them as I do positive interactions– by treating people like human beings. I resist writing about such incidents for a variety of reasons I stand strongly by: to recount something is often to memorialize it; negative events are overreported, causing to an incorrect view of the state of the world I don't wish to contribute to; positive events usually go uncelebrated; and, for my own sanity, to retell an unpleasant story more firmly entrenches it in my mind, which I wish to avoid. I want to hang onto every little the positive thing, and let the negative moments slip through me like a sieve. 

Having said all that, I can see the value in sharing ways of going about such circumstances. Enough people have asked me about it, certainly. In other words, I'll bite! 

--

Things start off with a bang. I haven't been on shift for an hour when a young woman approaches me. Quietly, she explains she feels unsafe because she was recently beaten– twice– by two other passengers. The two attackers in question are on the bus right now, and they haven't noticed her yet. The last two times she was on a bus that also had these two individuals, she, a quiet, mild-mannered Asian student, was attacked. Can I call the police? I'd be happy to. 

That's harder than it seems, however. A very hefty drunk fellow, for whom the word swarthy was invented, approaches and loudly berates me for not driving, making my conversation with the coordinator impossible. I politely but firmly ask him to sit while I resolve an issue. The coordinator, on the radio, is confused by my silence and needs descriptions of the attackers so he can forward useful information to the sheriff's office… but the young lady won't give me descriptions of the attackers. That's because they're standing right behind her. 

So now you have a coordinator who has know idea why you're not cooperating, a swarthy swarth-meister with no idea why you're "not doing your job," as he yells it, and a woman fearful for her safety because people who have beaten her to a pulp are standing behind her, about to recognize her, asking you what's going on. Meanwhile the young lady is wondering why you, the authority figure, aren't doing more. 

There are not too many chess moves out of this one.

I stall for time, with both doors open. I don't yet know who the attackers are; only later will she tell me they were right behind her. All I know is two of the passengers are dangerous, and thus I'm suspicious of everyone– perhaps the worst frame of mind you could ask for! As I continue stalling they exit the bus, and the young lady is finally able to explain who they were. Let's take a moment to dispel some stereotypes and point out that the attackers were not black males in their twenties, as I so often hear on the SPD calls. Quite the opposite. I'll simply say that women can be very cruel to each other.

It's nice that the attackers are gone, but Swarthy remains in the vicinity, and he's still angry. He reappears, showing me his driver's license, braying about how he knows how to do my job better than I do. He has places to go, he says. Appointments. "I wasn't calling the cops on you," I say, congenially. "You're fine. It was someone else." On the mic I thank the riders for their patience while we "handled a security issue; nothing's wrong, everything's right. Thanks for waiting around with me!"

Swarthy may have had appointments, but when we arrive downtown he makes time in his schedule to block the doorway/farebox area and stare balefully at me, his huge, sweaty face inches away from mine. This persists for a while. His eyes are dead and flat, expressionless as a Polykleitos statue. What do you do? 

Don't receive that energy. Just keep churning out your own, with confidence. I monologue out to the motionless face. "Thanks, man. How's it goin? 'Ppreciate you workin' with me back there. Hope it's a good rest o' the day. You steppin' out here?" 

Finally he leaves, crashing into the wheelwell and bumping into the doors on his way down, stuttering for balance.

All this has led to our being twelve minutes late. The next 49 is right behind us at the zone, and because of this I leave two runners, gesturing to the latter 49. "What an asshole," two riders watching me say to each other. By way of explanation I announce, "folks, if you want more room there's another 49 right behind us. Thanks for your patience…."

"What a woman wants from a man, a black man can provide." So says a fellow seated two rows back, leering in the face of a mother and her elementary-age daughter. They're holding Indian food to go, no doubt taking it home for a feast in celebration of the holiday. The mother looks very, very uncomfortable.
"Psshhhhh," a white man says in response.
"What are you laughin' at?"
"I'm laughin' at you."
They start getting into it. The second man explains his position respectfully, and the first considers whether to take it personally. 

I butt in with, "How's it goin', you guys?"
"Good fine," says the self-identified black man.
"We're not botherin' none of the other customers now, are we?"
"Why don't you ask 'em?"
"This gentlemen bothering anyone here?"
Someone says, "yeah!"
"Well then I guess it's time to step out!"
"I'm just goin' two blocks. One stop." 
I've heard that one before. "You're goin' two blocks, one stop?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."

I decide not to insist. Let's let it play. It's not yet a safety issue, and plus this white guy is doing a terrific job of distracting the black guy from making advances on the Indian mother and child. There's also the small chance that he's actually only going two blocks, one stop.

It ends up being just five blocks, two stops. Not bad. He stalks up, with a drugged-out female companion in tow. She has a black eye and missing teeth, but she still grins as I bid them farewell. What should I say to them? Some kind of stern chastising father routine? Judgmental silent treatment? No, let's rather try to encourage their better angels.

"Hey thanks guys," I say companionably. "Have a good one."
"You got good hair," he says.
"Naw, man, I'm just trying to be like you!"
He chuckles amiably.

I appreciate the white fellow speaking up for himself, and tell him so as he leaves. It isn't only the rude who have freedom of speech, as I like to say.

A man brings up a lost wallet from the back. "Someone is gonna love you," I tell him. "You're a gentleman!"

The coordinator contacts me later on, informing me that the owner of that wallet is on a bus approaching my route, but he'll get there three minutes after I'm scheduled to pass by. "I can't make you do this," the coordinator asks me, "but this guy would really like his wallet back before he goes to work tomorrow…" Is there any way I'd be willing to drag my feet as we approach Broadway and Pine, so he can jump off the other bus and grab his wallet?

Of course, I reply. What a pleasingly old-fashioned and personal solution. This is the 7/49, busiest route in the system, and we're going to become three minutes late anyway. While waiting for what ends up being a successful wallet return– the owner was positively thrilled– I hear a freeloader mumbling, "waitin fo da driva drive this muhfuggah. Somebody gon' drive dis bus tonight, or what?"

After we're on our way, he comes forward, and we begin the Knife's-Edge Dance. The Knife's-Edge Dance is when you're talking to someone who's angry and intoxicated or otherwise under the influence, and who, upon hearing one misstep of a phrase or tone, will make things very ugly. The written version of the following exchange does not convey the level of implied menace this man possessed. 

I start things off before he can get a word in edgewise: "Hey, how ya doin', man? You're jacket's lookin' sharp, good stuff."
"Aw, hey,"
"Makin' me wanna dress up! I'm feelin' a little underdressed!"
"Aw naw, hey now. You my buddy."
"Good to see you again!" I say. I've never seen this guy before.
"You a good ass dude, nigga," he continues. "Listen, anybody give you trouble, I'ma beat their fuckin' asses, okay?"
"Man, that's real nice a you, but, uh,"
"Tear apart anybody try to give you hard time."
"Well, hopefully we won't hafta go there."
"Oh, I go there. I ain't scared! Sheeeeyit."
"Oh I know, I appreciate you bein' a gentlemen, offerin' to help out the situation."
"You know I got choo. I beat anybody's fuggin ass." Turning to the crowd, he opines, "you guys heard what I said? Don't be playin' no radio, disturbin' the driva. Let him drive!"
"Who you talkin' to?" a voice asks.
"I'm talkin' anyone that's listenin'. I beat their asses. I beat his ass, I beat his–"
"Hey, I appreciate you," I say, "but these folks are all right. We got good people on the bus tonight. We got good folks on this bus." 
"Jigga what?"
"Yeah, I'm feelin good about this house. We got a nice crowd."
"Listen to the man speak! He say we got a good crowd, got good people tonight!"
"Yeah, we don't need to bother them."
"Man, how old are you anyway?"

Ah, back on familiar turf. "Oh, you know I'm too young to be out here!"
This works well. I keep riffing as he guffaws in approval, periodically keeping his balance. "I thought maybe somebody needed a ride, I stopped by goodwill get the uniform, found an empty bus somewhere… just don't tell anyone I'm out here!"
"Hey, you're a good man. I gotcher back. Anybody tries to fuck with you, listen. I take 'em down."
"I don't think we need to do that tonight though, dude."
"Huhwhuh?"
"Yeah, we don't wanna call the big police out here. Don't need to start any kinda drama." Friendly tone.
"I don't care."
"I haven't had to call the cops at all today." That's not true. "We don't want them around, they take too long." That is true. 
"I don't care who's around, I'll beat their asses. Cops or no cops."
"Where you steppin' out tonight?"
"I'm feenin' to get off the bus." Shortly thereafter he specifies a point, in between zones. "Lemme get off the bus."
"Steppin out right here?"
"Yuh."
I'm only too happy to do so. Some rules were made to be broken. 

The night is not over! An unhappy woman boards with cake. In an effort to bring up her mood, I say, "that cake looks pretty good."
"No it doesn't," she replies. She feels it's too plain. I gently argue in the name of simplicity. There's a spot in the world for minimalist cake, isn't there? Next to her are a box of paper towels and a huge, heavy garbage bag I'd helped her bring on board. I'm pretty sure it weighed more than I do.

A older man steps in, saying in a Latino accent, "hey, haven't seen you in long time!"
Now this person I do recognize. "Nice to see you again!"

The woman's garbage bag ruptures, and the Latino gent jumps in to assist. They struggle with the bag for a while. Things roll everywhere.
"These kitchen bags," he says, shaking his head, opening the bag to put a spilled item back inside.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm helping you." 
"What would you have done if that was my purse?"
"I'm trying to, the bag was falling apart,"
"Would you have opened up my," 
"I'm helping you, lady. You're supposed to say thank you."
"No, I'm supposed to do exactly what I'm doing, which is inquire what the hell you're doing!"

Forget the lunar calendar. Mother's Day is the new Full Moon! "I think he's trying to help," I say loudly. 
"No!"
"Yeah, he's just trying to be helpful. I saw what happened."
"I don't care!"
"Okay, what we're gonna do is we're gonna leave it in the past, it's already happened, so we're gonna move right on past it, and forget about it. And just leave it where it is."

As the older man leaves, I quietly tell him, "thank you for being helpful, you're a good man. It's good to see you."
"Oh it's no problem. Good to see you too."
We make gestures to each other, hands and elbows questioning in the air, a couple of rolled eyes, palms together in prayerful thanks, and somehow it all makes sense in the moment.

"You know what," begins the lady, but I'm already announcing the next stop. This gives her time to breathe, and she decides to remain silent.

We cruise past Dick's, and a fight is spilling out onto the street. Blows hitting flesh sound different in real life than in films. The men's screams echo in the evening twilight, as the last shade of yellow disappears from the western horizon.

I nod at a young man staggering on with an open container at Letitia. 
"Hey. Can you leave the beer outside?"
He pauses, thinking about it. "Okay. Is it okay if I throw it?"
"Sure, yeah." He lobs it into the night sky. It misses the moon, landing near the fish'n'chips place.
"Thanks man, you're a good dude. I appreciate you." Hand on my heart. 

He smiles, walks to the back, pulls another can out of his jacket, and opens it.

The challenge is not to see all this as a trend, but for what it is: a series of isolated incidents. The guy with the beer cans is utterly inconsequential, and would normally barely register on my radar, but the day seemed to be begging for a negative worldview. That's why it was a Rough Day, though no blood was spilt and no lives were lost (I didn't say it was a Bad Day!). 

Rough Days do their best to insinuate their ideas under your skin, blackening your thoughts before you can realize it. The trick is to remember that each bus stop, each person, is utterly unconnected from the previous; if something awful happens at Columbia, I need to completely separate it from the nice people now boarding at Seneca. Mr. Beer Cans is not the last straw, but a straw, and straws are small, far too small to lose sleep over.

What does give me pause is that there was one connecting through-line in all these events: me. I recently told a part-to-full time class of drivers a line I've heard, which I like: "if you meet a lot of assholes in one day, it might be you that's the asshole!" I'd like to believe I wasn't giving out negative or judgmental vibes, but perhaps I was. My personal life has lately been severely crunched for time; was I letting my impatience out in ways I didn't realize? Such things make a difference. The amount of festering angry energy on my bus was so concentrated it bordered on parody, and by the end of the day I couldn't help but laugh. 

My strategy, when a negative event occurs, is to spend only the remainder of the trip thinking about it. How did my actions cause or affect the event? How will I handle it the next time it happens? Why did it bother me? Because, whatever it was, it will certainly happen again. Once I've processed those factors, I try to set the whole thing aside. I have not mastered this. However, I was recently telling a friend that several unpleasant things had taken place on a recent Saturday, but, to my delight, I couldn't remember what they were! Now that's what I'm aiming for! 

Forgetfulness of a certain stripe is coming back in style.
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20 Comments
Deb
5/13/2015 02:29:47 pm

Wow! Thank you for sharing that. I know that you don't like talking about the negative stuff, but on that rare occasion, I think it's good to roll back the veil a bit to reveal your humanity! I've often wondered how you do it: It cannot be as easy as you make it look and sound. It's like anything else I suppose, when it looks easy it's because a lot of thought and practice has gone into it. Thank you, Nathan. Who knows, maybe your demeanor really did keep it only a "rough" day rather than turning into a "bad" day! I wish you a whole lot of good days! coming up!

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Nathan
5/14/2015 01:35:39 pm

It was exciting to decide to finally share what one of these days is like! I felt comfortable doing so only because of the recent moment where I couldn't remember the bad stuff that had happened on a recent Saturday, which made me feel confident enough that I'm getting better at that type of forgetting to go ahead and allow myself the trouble of writing this day down.

I'm still trying to figure out why there was so much negative energy on my bus in one day. Other drivers I spoke with that night had no such issue. Things like this make you wonder if the universe is trying to tell you something. I was thrilled when Monday (the next day) rolled around, and everything was back to the regular effervescent normal! Though I did notice there were moments where I had to work a little to get there.

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Deb
5/14/2015 02:02:13 pm

Maybe sometimes stuff just happens. All at once. True randomness. It's probably good to analyze it some, but don't be too hard on yourself. (This is from someone who is known to over-analyze things!)

Khaos WolfKat
8/15/2017 09:11:00 am

Why? Well.. Because it's the 7! ;)
AND, perhaps because the Universe tends to distribute weight according to how much each can carry, rather than the same weight to all. Many times, when questioning why so much gets thrown my way, that gentle voice - described by some as a "still, small voice" - tells me, "because you can handle what many can't, and it needs handling". Thank you for bearing the heavier parts of the load so that the ones who cannot aren't forced to, and if I ever end up on your coach, I'll be sure to thank you in person.

Bekah J
5/14/2015 01:09:45 am

It's tempting for me to say "Holy crap. I had no idea you went through experiences like that. It must be tough." But.. When I sit with it a bit more, I realize that what you said along with this story--is true.
These are all isolated incidents. Every single one of them. I'm sure if you didn't acknowledge the toxic energy first in order to refocus on the present, and you tried to push it down it would build and build and build. You may not be able to rebound with your usual hum, like you do.
So why give them more of a foothold in your life, and publish them here?
I'm glad you did. I think it gives a different perspective to this blog, but a good one, only serving to highlight the positive experiences that much more.
;) That was really cool how you continued to demonstrate your own energy with that one guy. Even when his was so incredibly dark and menacing.
Reminds me of Martin Luther King's quote:
Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.

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Nathan
5/15/2015 05:23:59 am

Love the MLK quote. Every day I drive past Rainier & MLK way, where a big poster reads another quote by him: "love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend." It seems an appropriately placed reminder for us 7 drivers!

People ask me what my worst days on the bus have been. I think they were the very first days, when I didn't know how not to take things personally, what was important and what wasn't, and how much joy I could get from really putting myself out there. Although I greeted every rider and announced all the stops from day 1, I didn't yet have the urge to talk to people, love them, see echoes of myself, and the rest.

Another driver once said, "whatever energy you give out to the passengers, you'll get back in your face multiplied by 7." (great number choice!).

Thanks for your thoughts- glad it gives the blog a new perspective! Just what I was hoping for.

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Nathan
5/19/2015 04:29:12 am

Thanks Deb, for that last thought there. As they say, the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike! Always trying to learn from whatever lessons that rain has to offer...

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Barb link
5/21/2015 10:40:26 am

Next time I'm complaining about the crazies I deal with here on the Seattle drawbridges, I'm going to think of you and your positive attitude and realize I've really got it good after all!

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Nathan
5/23/2015 02:54:55 am

Sometimes I think I'm as crazy as the rest of them! Pathologically happy! Maybe not The craziest, but getting pretty close.....

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Julia
5/21/2015 03:10:03 pm

Mr. Beer Cans! I love it. You are the best, Nathan. Again, it's like dealing with toddlers. They're screaming at each other and it's all I can do to stay calm and say "let's just move on from the sticker that ripped." Seems ridiculous to me, but it's really upsetting (apparently) to them!
My 4 year old had something (like she spilled her water or something) happen today and said something like: "Gah, everything is just going wrong today!" And it made me laugh inside but a bit sad because clearly i taught her that concept!
Love your negativity game plan- i need to get on board with it!

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Nathan
5/23/2015 02:58:27 am

Soooo much like dealing with toddlers! The parallels are uncanny, to the point I sometimes feel uncomfortable thinking about them! As in, are we all just a bunch of babies!

What a fascinating statement by your 4-year old. The speed and ease with which they absorb everything around them astonishes me sometimes.

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Lori
5/22/2015 09:22:05 am

Nathan, I spent a long time thinking about this post. I'm not saying I'm glad you too have bad days, but it's a relief that you are human and have problems during your work days too. Your attitude is so stellar that it's tempting to think of you as being superhuman.

"...thus I'm suspicious of everyone– perhaps the worst frame of mind you could ask for." I find this is my default mindset when I'm out on the streets. As a short female, I am afraid of being the target of all kinds of mischief and violence. Reading your blog on a regular basis has helped me soften my attitude and be less afraid of strangers when I'm in public. I try to be aware but not suspicious.

"Don't receive that energy." It's becoming my mantra. I have a bad habit of constantly dredging up memories of bad interactions with people, and it sours my entire day. I'm trying to counteract that tendency with memories of good interactions and good people. Deflect, don't reflect.

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Nathan
5/23/2015 03:04:59 am

Lori,

I agree. I tell myself to be aware but not afraid. I think people are very sensitive to 'judgy' vibes, even if we don't think we're emitting them. And there's so much that's good about deflecting, as opposed to absorbing or reflecting. For me, there's the challenge of making sure my resistance to recounting negative events remains a 'deflective' (to coin a phrase) move, rather than a festering one, where it stays inside of me while
I don't tell anyone about it.

I remind myself sometimes that I want my positive energy to come out of myself, and not be dependent on the actions of others. I feel more secure that way, less reliant on circumstance.

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Allie Fee
10/17/2015 10:40:59 am

Nathan - it was such a pleasure to meet you @ Jack Straw last night. Now Frank & I can see that you have enormous talent, as well as being so kind & handsome. I love your eye & ear for human detail; that is missing in our world. Your fans, Allie & Frank

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Nathan
10/17/2015 10:59:27 pm

Allie,

So nice to meet you and Frank yesterday evening! Thanks for your generous spirit, and for taking a peek at the blog. I'm very glad you like it. I'm continually surprised and gladdened at how many people warm to its perspective.

All best,

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Wheelhouse
8/15/2017 01:56:13 pm

Back in '85 my wife and I moved to Seattle from Bellingham. She got a job on Capital Hill. Boy what an eye opener it was for a young white man from a small town. #7 at times was scary, even waiting at a bus stop on the Hill could be dangerous. ( The dangerous people were always white.) My problem was that I couldnt stand seeing someone bullied. Im partially disabled and should just keep my mouth shut but one night I intervened in a bullying situation. A teenaged black boy, trying to impress his white girlfriend was doing a hate-rap to a young white street kid. I couldnt stand it and told him to pick on someone his own size so he started rapping his venom at me. I thought, oh boy I am f'ed now. Then out of nowhere the street kid saved me by kicking the crap out of the bully.

A group of young intercity schoolgirls on the bus were screaming for the beating to stop when I stood up from the back of the mostly black bus and yelled, "he deserves getting the crap beat out of him". At this point the driver stopped, opened the doors and my wife dragged me off. Being from NY city she realized that this bumpkin would eventually get himself killed standing up for 'what is right'. By months end we moved to Vashon Island and she would not let me ride the "7 ever again!

I am older and much wiser these days and can only say I wish I had your wisdom when I was your age. Thanks for doing what you do.

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Nathan
8/18/2017 12:19:42 pm

Thanks for sharing your own wisdom! It certainly is a wild world out here. Each situation seems to require a fresh consideration, and the longer I'm alive, the less I feel I know how things really work! Ah, the complexities....

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Jen Moon
10/9/2019 01:53:05 pm

This...was amazing. I've been reading your book, one section at a time at night. And now I've been reading your blog today, jumping back and forth, occasionally posting something to friends. Thank you...

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Nathan
10/10/2019 01:39:31 am

Jen,

Thank you. Thank you!! I like how you're approaching the book, and the blog as well- like life, the bus doors open every time to a completely different world. I tried to organize the stories to emphasize contrast- a short one, a quiet one, a long one, a funny one- while keeping a certain overarching theme building up to the last few stories. So glad you're enjoying the stories!!

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John Huron link
12/24/2020 07:48:10 pm

Interesting post, I enjoyed read this.

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    -How Evergreen Became Irrelevant
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    -Nathan on Wet Lab Prints
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    -Selected writings on films released in 2014, 2013, and 2012. 

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    Pulling Our Weight, Part I
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    -The Soulful Stench
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    -"I BET YOU APPROVE UH GAY MARRIAGE"
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    -Appreciation
    -Banter in the Nighttime
    -The Nathan Train
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    -Love is in the Air
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    -Rainier & Henderson, Baby!
    -Sheeeeeeyyiitt: Strategies for Day or Night
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    AngryNice II: Tran Chimes In
    AngryNice III (We've All Felt It)
    -Love (Hurting From a Lack Thereof)
    -Hip to be Joyful
    -Future, Present, Past
    ​-Changing Awful
    -Harsh
    ​-The Nameless Heroes
    -The Break-Up
    -Tropic Of
    -Figuring it All Out in the Bullpen
    -Leaving Small Talk Behind
    ​-She Did It On a Monday
    ​-One Day, My Friend
    -I Am Now Two Years Old
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    -The Great Freeze

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    -It's Called Working
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    -Bus Driver Appreciation Day: Coronavirus Style
    -The Swagger I Love: Thoughts on My Fellow Operators
    ​-A Love Letter for My Colleagues: Exercises and Stretches for Operators
    -What I've Learned From Other Bus Drivers
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    -I Don't Know What a Trolley is, Part I
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