I’m sitting on a bus on I-90 westbound just coning into Buffalo as I write this.
I must say these Greyhound busses are amazing. 110volt power, Wi-Fi and the thing rides like my Buick.
I’ve run into the usual cross section of people so far…a number of nice people a few real rectal-cranial inversions and one dude trying to cough up a lung or two the whole trip
The weather tonight is cold and there’s some blowing snow, but for the 90 or so miles between here and Erie PA. the radar looks clear at the moment.
Our driver tonight is a 60ish lookung grandmotherly type. she sits and chats with me as we drive along like I was an old friend. a rare gift, that.