Veeder: Remembering a bus driver I thought would live forever
I was taking a drive with dad the other day — heading back to the ranch from town after dropping my car off at the shop and in between an exchange about this endless winter — when dad told me George died.
“Good ol’ George. Drove bus all those years. He was my bus driver too, you know … what a guy, that George.”
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