New York Times - METROPOLITAN DIARY
Late Bus
Dear Diary:
As a graduate student living in Morningside Heights in the 1970s, I had a position doing field work that required me to travel by train every Wednesday to Fairfield County, Conn., and back from Grand Central Terminal.
The train I usually returned on arrived at Grand Central around 11:30 p.m. I would dash to Madison Avenue and, with luck, grab a northbound M4 bus to take me to Broadway and 122nd Street.
Over the course of the year, the bus I usually caught had the same driver. We struck up long-winded conversations every week while never introducing ourselves to each other. I dreaded missing that bus because the next one would not come for quite a while.
One night, my train was late, and I was sure that I would not make my usual bus. Nonetheless, I dashed from the terminal.
As I approached the bus stop, I spotted the M4 parked, as if off-duty. Picking up speed, I heard the engine rev and saw the door open.
“You’re late,” the driver said as I climbed aboard.
— Richard Coffey
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