The following is in response to Lois Greene Stone’s essay “Busses” that I read via Splash of Red, an online literary journal.
I really enjoyed the way Stone merged several facets of her life in one: her younger self and her daughter, her older self and her daughter, and her older self and her mother. When she was young she took the long bus ride from Flushing, Long Island to Manhattan. She enjoyed seeing the shops on the way. It is only now that she has grown up that she see’s why her mother used to advocate a quicker ride, like by the subway; as a mother herself, Stone worries about her child being alone on the buss and suggests that her own mother must have felt the same way.