“[His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.” — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus and it’s hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy and more than anything in the world you want to get off and the only reason in the… — Marsha Norman Copy Share Image