Sat next to Johnny Cash...tall man dressed in black, spent some time talking to himself about respect. Wore his hair long and in a ponytail, and he sounded the part, like he might break out in song about some lonesome whistle blowing. His shoes were shined, I wonder where he was headed.
Young man I did not look at...sat in the back, somewhere to my left, whispered murderous threats toward the bus driver every time the bus stopped to let someone off and pick someone up. I think about it, murderous mumuring, how at some point words turn into actions. I've ridden the bus for years and haven't seen it yet.
Tommy Lee Jones tried to get on the bus with a UNM i.d. and no sticker. He was older. Heck, he was Tommy Lee Jones. But he carried a skateboard, wore a bandana and a cowboy hat. When the driver refused to let him on without paying, he skateboarded up central. Three stops later a pretty young co-ed offered the same i.d. with no sticker. She got her ride for free.