The bus stop was two blocks away from our house.

I think we went as a group: Linda, Wayne, Terry and me along with some neighborhood kids.

This is one of those remarkable differences between then and now. There was absolutely no worry about a kid being snapped up by a wierdo.

The darker side: On the ceiling of the bus was a rail running longways from the front of the bus to the back. On this rail was a sliding sign that separated ‘coloreds’ from’ whites’. Negros (as we called them at this point in time) were separated from the whites bu the position of the sign (more on this later).