Postscript

The bus is a very different place with the students gone, though not so empty as it was when my co-pilot, Bruce, and I drove it from Vermont to Seattle more than three months ago. It had been years, when we collected it from the parking lot at Marlboro College in southern Vermont, since the aisles were smeared with mud and fir needles and the overhead bins overspilling with wet socks and ripe t-shirts. Continue reading