The Regional Transportation District and I go way back. Long before light rail came to the I-25 corridor, I was a regular on the express bus between the ‘burbs and downtown.
As a single mom working for a series of ridiculous bosses at the Denver Post, the bus commute often was the only sane part of my day. I would find a seat, pop my ear buds in my head and read the newspaper in peace for half an hour between the chaos of getting two kids off to school and the insanity of daily newsroom deadlines. It was Valium on wheels.
My companions on the bus included attorneys, accountants, city employees, college students and a novelist who wrote his books in longhand in a notebook on his way to his day job…