So the
other weekend I went to St. Louis to visit my one (Dutch) friend, who had taken
a yearlong leave to go to Israel with his (Israeli) wife and son to try living
there and figure things out since his wife didn't like St. Louis, and who ultimately decided to leave his tenure-track
job, but was stuck into coming back for 8 weeks to teach 2 classes.
On the
bus ride home, I was just starting to read the Odyssey, when the bus driver
slammed on the brakes, and I looked up to this car acting funny, veering in the lane right ahead
to the left.
“Sweet
Jesus, sweet blood of Jesus, sweet blood of Jesus!”, an (older)
(poorer-looking) (black) woman on the other side of the aisles a few rows up
cried out as soon as it all started to happen but before anyone else knew what was going on.
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