Following Alan's theme about buses here is my first experience with one.
In 1956 right after high school I went to a work training program 10 miles from my home, as an x-ray technician, in a nearby hospital.
Since we didn't have a car and it was my first job I did not have one either.
My mode of transportation was The Greyhound Bus.
The one I would ride each day left from the
Greyhound terminal in Louisville, Kentucky.
In 1956 right after high school I went to a work training program 10 miles from my home, as an x-ray technician, in a nearby hospital.
Since we didn't have a car and it was my first job I did not have one either.
My mode of transportation was The Greyhound Bus.
The one I would ride each day left from the
Greyhound terminal in Louisville, Kentucky.
As far as I was concerned, an unwanted sign of the times.
I would walk the couple of blocks from my home to a Standard Oil station which was the stop in my town,
to board the bus.
This station was run by a nice young man who was a friend to every one. He was married and had a couple of children. Little did I know he was the brother of the man I was to marry in 1960.
to board the bus.
A 1950's bus.
The bus would stop along the country highway and pick up passengers if it went by their house.
When the bus arrived in the town where I worked it just so happened it went right past the the hospital where I worked and the bus driver would drive through the parking lot and let me out.
After all I was one of the most faithful riders.
He went on about his appointed rounds and at 3PM in the afternoon the Greyhound showed up to fetch me home.
About 2 years later I bought my first car.
Used of course. A 1949 Pontiac and that was the end of my bus riding career.
Paid $75.00
Mine was not quite this sharp looking but it was the same color.
After about 1 month the brakes went out. My friend at the Standard Oil station, my future brother-in-law, fixed them for me.
Photos from the web.
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