The Weird Bus....there's a story there somewhere, ROSEMARY. I do hope your daughter
doesn't have that experience again, but at least she will know to try and get the
registration number (I assume that's the same as our 'license plate') if it did.
I had a similar experience when I was about the same age. My parents decided, as a sign
that I was growing up, to allow me to go downtown alone on an occasional Saturday, eat out
(Coney Island, always!) and attend a matinee. That was lovely, right up until the day this
scroungy, dirty little man sidled up next to me as I was wallking down the street, and
muttered something to me. I didn't make out the words, but the intent was plain enough. I
quickly hurried on, but that took the fun out of the Saturday matinees. Didn't go again.
I assume such things did happen when we were young, FRYBABE, but surely not to the extent that they do today. From various things I've read, I gather that the increasing population with such crowded conditions, more homeless or alienated on the streets, etc., etc., that people do tend to become more callous and the world more dangerous.