Recap, again

Since I'm having so much trouble being current, I thought I'd get a little something in, if for no other reason than to insure an April entry.

So, once again, just to jog your (and my) memory, here's the point of this

Books on the Bus

What I want to do mainly is write about books I read. I work near a Goodwill where, on a good day, I can buy 10 books for $5. Because it's a Goodwill, of course, I can't intend to buy anything in particular, and I'm at the mercy of whoever it is that donates books to Goodwill.

In other words, it could happen (and has) that I finish Voltaire and start Mary Higgins Clark. David Baldacci follows Turgenev. Winston Groom precedes Mark Twain. It's very random, topsy-turvy, indiscriminate.

Kind of like the bus I'm riding while I read. I started taking the bus almost4 years ago, for environmental reasons, mainly; though it's turned out it saves money, too. (By the way, once in a while I survey the cars going by the bus stop. In Omaha, on the average, 92 out of a hundred cars are occupied only by their driver. This has increased lately, in my last count a couple of weeks ago.)

The bus goes straight down Center Street. I get on near Interstate 680, and the first leg of the ride is through veritable suburbia, with lawns brick houses and access roads. It swoops down a long hill, eases through an area of strip malls past a Walgreens and a supermart, past a cemetery and up into a hospital complex. Emerging from that, we're in a city, an industrial city, with mud on the street, dilapidated buildings, industrial businesses, a new shopping area. We massly transit that and are back to a residential area. That's where I get off.

So it's one change after another both inside and outside the bus. The passengers change as drastically as the quality of the books and the scenery. There are only one or two that are there most days; for the most part, it's a mixed and unpredictable lot.

So that's the set-up. I've got a backlog of books to review, which is good: I'm currently reading a PD James, my first by that lady. So far, I'm liking it. But the next review might be something I read a few years ago --maybe The Prince and the Pauper, or Encountering the Dharma, or maybe Winston groom. If I can remember the name of the book he wrote that isn't Forrest Gump.

I'm Buddhist, btw, and that has entered into reviews more than once, as it very storngly colors my world view.

There - up to date, in a kind of not-really-up-to-date way.