more bus stories

My latest shiloh musings is about bus traveling in Israel; here's another I sent to a friend who complimented me on the musing.

And I didn't even tell my old, old favorite about after a visit to the US consulate. Tzruya was about a year old (born in '73) and it was a nightmare in the consulate; the Arabs were so nasty. Then I had to walk to Sha'ar Shechem for the 12 bus to Bayit V'Gan. I guess I was still pale and shaking, because when the driver saw me, he got out and picked up Tzruya in her stroller and put her in the bus, so I wouldn't have to schelp.