73: Dude, where's my bus?

I'm waiting in the rain, at the light, of the parking lot, before 7:00 a.m., with hundreds of parents, after dropping off child number one, schlepping child number two to the next school when what appears in the corner of my eye? A SCHOOL BUS! Dub-tee-eff!? 

(The fine print: elementary and junior high kids still have the privilege of district funded rides... Man....!)

Liking the red and green rain drops on the windshield, howevs. 

68: The last bus stop

Today marks the end of busses for high school students of Lakota School District. (sob!) I happened to be at the main intersection when our neighborhood bus passed me, having dropped off the last load of kids. I was elated that the light stayed red as I caught two busses in my rear view mirror (the one descending the hill and a tiny one at the top of the other hill, coming up behind me). Good thing my camera was already out of my purse!