The magnificent adventures of SEPTA

Thursday, Feb. 07, 2002 17:51

while on the bus this morning, going to work a strange occurance happened.

Somehow, the police carthat was next to us, got it's radio signal scrambled onto the bus' speakers, and for about 30 or 40 seconds, we were listening to the police scanner on the bus. odd.

Another adventure on SEPTA, transported me back 22 years. The scrolling marquee on the bus, that displays the next stop, route exchanges, etc, along with the days time and date, scrolled by with

January 10th, 1980, 10:01am

ahh, to be a child again...

no, wait a sec. damn.


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last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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