Anyway, today I'd like to dig deep into the
Back when phones were attached to the wall and you actually got up and walked to the television to change the channel (to one of the other two or three that came in via the rooftop aerial), I rode the bus to school.
Right next to Thomas Edison.
I had no problems with the whole bus riding concept; in fact I liked it, except for those hot, sweltering days when we drove by the pig farm on Ridge Road with the windows down because
Not only did the
But most of all they lacked the nice flashing red stop sign that now swings out on the driver's side alerting oncoming traffic to Listen. This is your one last chance and I will most definitely not say this again: STOP.
Back then, the flashing stop sign to alert oncoming traffic to
Let's send another child into the middle of the road.
So, to review the thought process at the time--a time which included
1. It's dangerous for kids to cross the road in front of a bus with
2. We must take extra steps to alert the drivers who can't see the big yellow school bus with flashing red lights (but no swinging stop sign).
3. Aha! Let's send another spindly kid out in the middle of the road to hold a flag, which consists of a sawed-off broomstick and a bandana.
4. At times there were lots of ping-pong balls raining down on poor exasperated Captain Kangaroo.
In conclusion, if someone were so distracted in rural Mathews that he could not see a school bus stopped (with flashing red lights) in the middle of the road, the chances were pretty darn good that he wasn't going to see a spindly-legged third grader
Who else had the privilege of holding the flag?