I have always been amazed by Grandma's desire to travel. She would get greyhound bus passes and just hop on a bus and ride it to wherever it would take her. Sometimes that meant that she would arrive in town at midnight and need somebody to come pick her up at the bus station - which, of course is usually not in a particularly good part of town, and for a 16 year old driving in downtown Phoenix for the first time, it's kind of scary. I understand the desire to see the country and visit new sights, but Grandma has been legally blind for a long time and therefore unable to see the country or the sights, but I guess that means she doesn't see the scary stuff in and around the bus stations either.
Well, one summer my family was heading up the California coast to Oregon. I can't remember if we were going all the way to Portland or just Yachats, but it was a long road trip from Arizona. Well, after being on the road for a while - it was now dark, we came upon a greyhound bus. My dad jokingly said, "I wonder if Esther is on that bus, I think she is headed back to Oregon." And all of us kids started laughing and wondering if that would be possible and as we passed the bus we all pressed our faces to the window to see if we could spot her. And sure enough, sitting right next to the window with her big dark glasses was Esther. Sitting, smiling and just looking out the window. We watched her for a while, knowing that she couldn't see us. She looked happy. So, Dad just sped up and we left the bus behind.
So now, everytime I pass a greyhound bus, I try to take a peek at the passengers because you never know if Esther might be there.
