Navigating the Bus System 

This is an unusual post for me. It’s about an event of sorts, but not the kind I would typically post about. However,  seeing as how I am a strong believer in public transportation, I think it is equally as important.

{Update: I wrote this post almost a year ago. I thought I posted it, but it was just sitting in my drafts. Well here you go world.}

It’s 5:07. We walk to the bus stop a block from our building in Woodlawn to wait on the 5:15 bus.

It’s 5:26pm.  After waiting 10 minutes, the No. 17 bus finally arrived.

Today, our beloved intern (we’ll call him M) and I took our first excursion via the Maxx Bus. Of course, we had the help of seasoned bus rider, J, to guide us on our way.

J decided to trail the bus in her car.

The driver was extremely polite and helped us determine what kind of fair we needed to pay. She made sure M. got  a transfer.

We take a seat in the front  while I explain that it’s proper to stand or move to the back if someone elderly or pregnant boards.

“The  inbound 14 is down and stuck in traffic,” the bus driver says in response to a question by a fellow passenger.

The bus is clean  if not cleaner than that of a DC or NYC bus. (I know because I used to live both places)

As we journey down 3rd Ave towards downtown, I can’t help but look around to see who our fellow riders are.

The man across from us stairs sternly out the front window wearing a neon yellow vest and steel toe shoes.

The man in the back row ,wearing a well pressed grey suit, sits with his briefcase open quietly reading something inside.

There are other riders too. All peacefully content minding their own business and enjoying the ride.

It’s 5:43. We arrive at Central Station to catch the 14 Palisades in Bay 1. First, we go inside to inquire about the cost of a monthly bus pass. $36 for a student. Looks like it will be cheaper for him to just pay for his rides twice a week.

Oh shoot! We missed the 14 while we were inside. The next bus isn’t scheduled to arrive until 6:35.

It’s 5:52pm. The 12 Highlands Ave Bus arrives. We decided to just take it to 5 points South. M lives on UAB’s campus.

I didn’t pay the extra .25 for a transfer, so I’m on car duty with J.  M had to take this leg alone.

It’s 5:57pm. The 12 bus departs central station. 
“Are we going in circle?”

Yes. The bus goes around downtown before it heads to Southside.

It’s 6:15 M’s bus arrives at the corner of 20th Street and 10th Ave S. He walks across the street to meet us in Macario’s parking lot.

We decided to drive the remaining four blocks that he would have to walk home from that point.
It’s 6:21pm when we finally drop him off at his home. It’s been about an hour, but we made it.

Success…. I guess.

Keep riding Bham.

-A City Girl

{Update: I’m happy to say that our wonderful intern, M, round the bus successfully for several months to and from work.}

Crazy Little Things: Arc Stories

Let’s all get together and talk… No, that would be too noisy.  How about we all  get together and listen to a few of us talk. Only the funny, witty, interesting, unique folks. Only the ones  with a story. Better yet, only the ones with story about love. Only  the really good, the really bad, and the really ugly stories about love.

Well, I just happen to be in luck because at this very moment I’m doing just that thanks to Arc Stories.  Check them out at here.

So, I’m sitting in the Avon Theatre  in the Lakeview District ( which by the way is popping on a Saturday night) live blogging to tell a story  about a story telling event about love. That was a mouth full.

It’s almost standing room only and the place is packed with about 200 people. It feels extra packed because we are sitting in those almost adult sized third grade chairs with the three spaces that look like air vents in the  back. You know the ones.

Two stories down… Six to go. So far so good. This second one is about a stalker. Juicy stuff.

[Update: Tonight I heard a story about a vasectomy, a husband’s love for his wife with a failing kidney, a story about a stalker, a crazy break up, love for a mother with a terminal illness, and a third grade jewelry theft to win a girl’s heart. ]

Here is tonight’s line up for storytellers: 

I would tell you more but I’m trying to pay attention to this story….

Keep telling stories Bham…

PS…the next event is on stories about the workplace. Check Arc Stories websites for details.

Poetry at Ensley Jazz House

Ensley Jazz House. There is no sign out front and you won’t find it on google maps, because this is a pop up housed in an office building.

Now, being an East side chick I was a little hesitant. For all my adventure, I have to admit I was sad that my friend couldn’t come with me. Yet, I pressed on and I’m glad I did.

(Plus, I just downloaded the WordPress app on my phone, so I can blog live!  Ignore the typos.You have no idea how many posts never made it this far.)

Guided by the whitty humor of Voice Porter, known around town as the MC of Bards and Brews, the space had a true soulful, homegrown feeling. He opens by asking us what we would do if we owned the stars.

30 plus poets, truth tellers, sages, believers, art lovers, observers,  black, white, and “down” brothers & sisters cozy up  on an otherwise quiet street drinking wine from a twist off bottle.

The room fills to standing room only and volunteers go across the street to borrow chairs.

Through the night, the air fills with the sweet sounds of poetry, music, and dance- evoking every feeling imaginable.

I might even spit something…If the spirit moves me.

Don’t worry if you missed it. Jazz house poetry happens every 3rd Thursday at 6111 9th  Street Ensley at 7pm. Add Voice Porter on Facebook for more details.

Are you ready for the next performer? Say Yeaaaaaah.
Until next time….

Keep flowing Bham.

-A City Girl



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