|Don't those headlights look like eyes?|
Reviewing some posts in my draft files, I came across these shots from last year of an old school bus in a yard off of Ridge Road, otherwise known as the Dump Road.
Actually, the dump moved a long time ago to a new location off Route 14 and subsequently sought to upgrade its image with a new name: the Mathews Convenience Center.
But before goin' all fancy and convenient on us, the dump was located on Ridge Road, which connects Routes 14 and 198.
(Note to folks who live in civilization: Unless we hire someone, we Mathews folk must haul all our trash to the dump. It's quite the experience, let me tell you. Thank God my father and our neighbor take care of it for me. I don't own the Mandatory Mathews Pick-Up and would otherwise have to stuff all my garbage in the back of my Saturn, even though it might be argued successfully that my Saturn is barely discernible from a garbage truck on any given day. The point is I could not haul bags of trash to the dump in it without making matters worse.)
I have some rather vivid--and pungent--memories of riding an unairconditioned bus down Ridge Road in sweltering heat and humidity, which was bad enough.
However, at the time (back in the 1970s), there happened to be a pig farm on this road. And we had to drive past the pig farm. Every. Day. Including days so hot and full of humidity you weren't sure if you were in Mathews or Singapore. Or the Congo.
If you've never been drippin' sweat trying to catch your breath when the humidity is 150%, and you happen to find yourself crammed into a poorly ventilated
(Just in case you ever wondered about that.)
Words fail to convey the magnitude of that smell, especially on a hot, humid day trapped on a bus filled with sweaty, rambunctious kids.
But back to this particular school bus.
As I said, these pictures were taken about a year or so ago. The last time I drove down Ridge Road the bus was gone, much like the pig farm which has been converted to a perfectly pleasing lawn with nary a nasty lingering smell.
Except for the memories, which linger like a loiterer in my mind.
Do you have any unusual memories of a school bus? Pig farm? Amazon jungle level humidity? Singapore? The Congo? Hauling trash to the dump? How about Fisher Price toys (see below)?
|Now that I think of it, we used to have a Fisher Price school bus with|
headlights which were eyes that went up and down when the wheels turned.
See? I wasn't hallucinating about the bus having a face.
I was just pulling up an old memory-- one that didn't involve pig manure on a hot day.
Click here to see the Fisher Price bus..