This song just came into my head: The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round…And! I’m salivating looking at Dylan’s candy store. A child’s fantasy, buses and lollipops, possibly. In my world I’m headed up Third Ave to a meeting starving (no time to eat when you’re late). And good God my hair! It’s drizzling outside so my cow lick is in full force. But, the purpose of this post was to actually note that I have spoken to 3 people who don’t use the bus, and then proceeded to ask me how! I’m not saying a bus ride is exactly pleasant (or stylish), but it gets you across town for $2. What a bargain.