Perfect Day, Infinite Gist, part 1: Bus, Station, Weed, Whacker… 

Greyhound Buses: main line in the US

Greyhound Bus: US main line

1100 Hours: I am sitting in the Greyhound bus station in Tucson, Arizona. I walked here from my house a mile or so (two km) away. I plan to go hang with my wife in LA, if I can only get away, get all my ducks in a row, get everybody on the same page, then just take off; but there is no bus with seats available today Sunday, or so they say. So I get online—in the bus station, mind you—and find one: six hours from now, a bus apparently hidden down an Internet worm hole…

This is not the same Greyhound bus station that serves as my first memory of Tucson, more than a decade ago. That one was smack downtown, where University of Arizona housing now sits—stands? Tucson is changing. A guy who looked like Randy Quaid once hit me here—for no reason—just whacked me on the shoulder. Then he just kept walking like nothing even happened. So did I. I just now realized that it might actually have been Randy Quaid… (More …)