The Reluctant Volunteer

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Note: This visit to the bar is also part of Linda G. Hills Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge.

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‘vol.’ Find a word with ‘vol’ in it, and use it in your post. Have fun!”

If we were having a beer, we would soon be missing Cheryl.

“Can I help you guys?”

“Whoa, where’s Cheryl?”

“Cheryl’s on vacation.”

“She was supposed to be back today.”

“She got involved with Hurricane Irma. She was delayed in Atlanta. I volunteered to cover for her.”

“He doesn’t mean the third degree. He’s a creature of habit. For example, he’ll have a Yuengling. I’ll have a Woodford Reserve. “

“Perfect. You want a glass for that beer?”

“Yes, thanks. I didn’t mean to question you like that. We were just expecting Cheryl.”

“It’s OK, I’ve been getting that all day. Her customers…

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On A Bus Home, Accompanied by Springsteen

The mysterys of the Tappan Zee Bridge!

Kaleidoscope Eyes

Especially significant to the artist: her watercolor painting "Coming home on the Tappan Zee" /© Donna Davies Timm Especially significant to the artist: her watercolor painting “Coming home on the Tappan Zee” /© Donna Davies Timm

October 1975. “Born to Run” is blasting on the bus radio, as we Westchesterites and Long Islanders fly through Rockland County. The SUCO bus left Oneonta at 4 p.m., and we’re due to arrive at the County Center at 8:30 p.m.

Then we see it, the Tappan Zee Bridge. While I’m glad to be back for the weekend — and looking forward to catching up with friends I’ve not seen in two months — I’m unprepared for the little shiver that runs through me.

I chose the upstate New York college for its nutrition program, then wondered what made me think chemistry would be easier than in high school? The following year I transferred to community college, switched majors, and worked part-time.

The bridge was nearly 20, the average age…

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