The wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round …


That song has been on my mind all day today. I decided to walk to Meijer to get some fresh produce and happened by Howard Street where a fleet of school buses congregated up and down and all around the block. They queued up in an orderly fashion, then their respective drivers tooted at each other as they took off one by one. There were fumes aplenty as those school buses chugged along carrying precious cargo scheduled to be deposited for the day to learn their three Rs. I wonder if I’m somewhat of an oddity, since, in all my years, I’ve never ridden on a school bus. Field trips during middle school were via charter bus and I always walked to school. Well, in between the bus arrivals and departures, kids were getting dropped off at a record rate at their respective schools – John Paul II Catholic School and across the street at Hoover Elementary School. A contingent of kids were gathered in front of the public school, with backpacks weighing them down … some of the skinnier kids looked like they might tip backward with their groaning canvas packs. Equally gargantuan was the stop signs that the fluorescent-strapped and buckled-up crossing guards used to wield their power to oncoming vehicles. Those crossing guards didn’t hesitate to use their big silver whistles either. The problem, as I saw it, was there was a whole lot of waving and whistling going on by the crossing guards but only one or two kids crossing the street. I watched a mom try valiantly to leave her little boy at the entrance of JPII school, while he was clinging like a burr to her leg. He wailed, then he threw his stuffed toy across the sidewalk and with tears streaming down his face said “I don’t wanna go!” Despite much foot stomping on his part, she tried to console him, but they were empty words and her little pat on his shoulder did nothing to quell the temper tantrum. Wow! I know I looked forward to starting school every year, even kindergarten. What wasn’t to like? All your playmates in one spot, a big room to romp around in, nap time and a cookies-and-milk break. The tradeoff was just expending a little brain power. Maybe it was more fun way back then in the early 60s, when all you needed to do was show up with your fresh-scrubbed face, a scribbler and a chunky #2 pencil.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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