Every 3-4 months UTA has a change day, meaning the bus drivers all pick up new routes. Sometimes this is a good thing but most times it carries a bit a sadness with it. In the evening I am often the last passenger to be dropped off and I go up to the front of the bus and chat with the driver for the final 5 minutes.
The driver, Dennis, we've had for the last three months or so is a big college football fan and so we've had a running dialogue during the season. He's an Ohio State fan from the midwest who likes BYU and several other teams as well.
I keep waiting for him to break into singing! If you can picture the opening to the movie Money Talks (I've never seen it) where the guy is jivin' and singing to the car radio (which we have played dozens of times at our house) and then add about fifteen years to the actor's age you'd have what Dennis looks like.
I'll miss our chats, predictions and rehashing of the weekly gridiron scene! Maybe he'll pick up the 803 again next fall -
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I have come to appreciate people whose orbit in my life is just a 'once around', and quickly, after the move, or the class, or the shift change, there is a sense of sadness. I have been anticipating this feeling as I meet with my classes for the last time this week, and equal to the sense of liberation, is the realization that I have valued my daily interactions with classmates and professors more then I realized, and we all move on into different spheres.
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