Bad bus ride

(1956 July)

At last we got on that bus! Relief on both sides! All the seats were taken except the back where a man of sorts was doubled up like a jackknife sleeping it off. Gradually we worked up to the front where it was less bumpy. One woman told me the reason for being so late was drivers from Chicago being new to the road, substituting for others on vacation. Daddy was there to meet us, still able to smile after the long wait. I told him not to!