CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

February 17, 2010

I Lost My Son on a Greyhound Bus


CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

I LOST MY SON ON A GREYHOUND BUS

Part 1

In 1974 my husband, Monte, was employed in his first career: a university professor teaching physics. That summer he attended a six-week workshop in Berkeley, California.

I planned on traveling to Berkeley with our two young children, Sandy, four and Nolan, two and a half.

Actually, it was supposed to be a vacation for Monte and I. The plan was to let the children stay with our friends, Wayne and Shirl Murray. Our two families had adopted each other as family, and the children often stayed with them. However, Sandy and Nolan missed Monte, his being away so long, so we decided I should bring them with me to California. A cross-country Greyhound bus trip would be an adventure. Little did I know how much of an adventure it would be!

Shirl drove us from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania, to the Greyhound bus station in Youngstown, Ohio. Monte planned on meeting us at a small bus station in Wyoming, where we would arrive after his Friday afternoon conference sessions ended. We would spend a week in Oakland. During August, we planned to sightsee our way home by Greyhound on a special ticket, an Ameripass.

Between Youngstown and Cleveland, we sat in the back of the bus. An obviously drunk female passenger, seated several seats ahead of us, was bothering some teenagers and was annoying us.  I acted as a buffer between her and the young people, keeping Sandy and Nolan behind me.

When we reached Cleveland, there was a meal break. The kids were looking out the window into the bus station while I straightened out their things. After a few minutes, I also looked out the bus window. The woman was sitting on the sidewalk, blood rushing out of her neck. She had fallen into the heavy glass door of the bus station and sliced her neck. I quickly moved the kids to the opposite side of the bus, and waited for emergency personnel to remove the woman. Then we exited to get something to eat.

However, Greyhound staff interrupted us to question me. I said I had spoken to the bus driver who claimed there was nothing he could do until we reached Cleveland. The staff member said he was a new driver, and that he should have pulled over to the side of the road, flown a white flag, and called headquarters.

Revisit Carolyn’s Compositions. Part 2 will relate the story of how I lost Nolan on the next leg of our Greyhound trip.

ADDITIONAL READING:

SNAPSHOT ENCOUNTERS: Brief Meetings with People #1

HIKING THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY Part 1 of 2

IT’S NOT THAT SMALL A WORLD

LIZZIE BORDEN—A REENACTMENT

THE SPECTACULAR PENOBSCOT RIVER A Natural Wonder in Maine: Part 1

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