The Cheese Stands Alone

"Cuss! Cuss! Here comes the bus!"

These words could be heard shouted in unison as we first spied the big cheese through the trees. Jeremy, Jeanette, Jackie, myself & whoever was standing with us at the bus stop. Gees, isn't riding the bus one of the most torturous activities? I can remember the feeling of car sick - or er, bus sick as that puppy sailed over the hills and through the curves on Old State Rd. and Alt Rd.

And now, I'm lucky enough to have this view, on most afternoons.