After I retired, I didn’t know what to do with myself. My days felt long, and my house felt quiet in a way I wasn’t used to. Then one afternoon, a neighborhood kid knocked on my door, holding a bike…
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I start my route before the sun comes up. Same streets, same stops, and same faces. People think driving a bus is just about staying on schedule, but after years behind the wheel, I’ve learned it’s really about noticing people. There…