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An Early Journey with my Great Uncle Stan

When I was a young girl, my Great Uncle used to drive the Greyhound bus routes. I always found it fascinating that he traveled for a living and often wondered what his life was like. One day, my they arranged for me to go on a trip. My Aunt Betty accompanied me and we had some great laughs along the way. I remember when my Grandma Doris and Grandpa Chuck dropped me off at the bus. We took photos in front of the bus and I was wearing my favorite jeans. It was exotic to spend a whole day away with them riding along on the open road. It’s funny now when I think about it. The route was just to Saginaw or maybe Flint only a few hours away from my home town. To me though, it was like going around the world. I think journeys like this with my family helped encourage my inner gypsy and the need to travel. Aunt Betty and I sat in the front seats right by my Uncle. His neatly pressed uniform and shining badge impressed me. He had a cap and a great smile welcoming the passengers. I’ll never forget that day. I’m grateful for the experience because I find traveling a relief and always look forward to going somewhere else. Over the last few months, my Uncle’s been pretty ill. I recently received a message from my family that he’s now driving bus for God. At times like this it’s hard to be away from everyone at home and these are the moments when I wish my gypsy travel bug weren’t so persistent. But alas, I am with them in my heart. R.I.P.