Is a bus a confessional on wheels? When I ride the local bus, people talk about their lives. Not always, but frequently these outpourings are about pain, sorrow and disappointment. Sometimes I overhear, sometimes they share with me directly. Here are a couple examples that occurred during the last three months. A middle-aged woman told the driver that she was on her way to see her doctor. Vermont's largest medical center is on my usual route, and a large number of patients and medical students exit there. . . .
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