Robocars, Cave Crystals, and The Return of InvisiBob

A few years back we were told to open the door at bus stops even if no one was there waiting for the bus. The GPS tracks the bus route and marks where and when the service door is opened. If there’s a question about whether the driver made a stop at the right time, the supervisor can view the route and stops on the computer.

I began opening my door at all the stops. At one stop, a student asked me why I always opened the door when no one ever got on the bus there.

I said, “There’s an invisible boy at this stop.”

Just then, a girl said, “His name is Bob. Bob, you can sit with me.” She moved over to make room for the invisible Bob. We shortened his name to InvisiBob.

Every morning at that bus stop, the kids would say, “Good morning, InvisiBob!” Sometimes we could almost hear his dog InvisiBubba whimper as Bob got on the bus.

Fast forward a number of years to a new route, new kids, new bus, same wacky bus driver, similar scenario.

A child asked me why I stopped at the empty bus stop.

I said, “We just picked up an invisible boy. His name is InvisiBob. Say hi to InvisiBob.”

The kids said, ”Hi, InvisiBob!”

And so it went. InvisiBob became part of our morning routine.

After a while, the unused stops are dropped from the route. Before we got to that point, I told the kids that InvisiBob would soon be transferring to the InvisiBus.

The next day, as we approached the stop, I asked, “Can anyone see InvisiBob?”

One student replied, “No, but I see InvisiJimmy.”

I was intrigued.

“Oh? Who is InvisiJimmy?”, I asked.

The child said, “She’s InvisiBob’s girlfriend.”

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If you’ve driven in Austin lately, you’d see that there are way more Waymo self driving robocars than I care to count. When they first came around a couple of years ago, they snarled traffic, stopped in the road for no reason, and generally made nuisances of themselves. They were removed from the road (Yay!) only to return some time later. It seems they’ve ironed out the bugs. They stop and go when they’re supposed to, and they even use turn signals. AND… They stop for school buses!!! That’s more than I can say for many human drivers out there. People, take note. You can learn from these weird machines. Next time I see one waiting for me to extinguish my loading lights, I’ll tell the kids, “InvisiBob got his license. He’s driving that white car! Wave to InvisiBob!”

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Raylin was a 4 year old pre-K student on my route a few years ago. She would sometimes get very cranky in the afternoon, refusing to get on the bus. Her older brother would often pick her up kicking and screaming, and put her in the seat.

One afternoon, Raylin was extra grumpy. Her substitute teacher was losing patience with her. I said, “Leave her here. We’ll be okay. “

I picked up Charlie, my trusty old guitar, and played an upbeat bluesy rhythm. I sang, “Raylin, getting on the bus. Raylin, getting on the bus. Raylin, getting on the bus. Raylin, gonna ride with us.”

Raylin’s frown started to turn upside down. I kept singing. Raylin put one foot on the bottom step. I sang some more. Raylin slowly climbed the steps and even cracked half a smile. I sang until she sat down and left the grumpies behind. The kid had a great smile.

Last year, I had two siblings on my high school route. Their stop was near Raylin’s school. I saw the resemblance in their faces. One day I asked them if Raylin was their sister. They looked at me and said, “How did you know that?” I told them what I just told you.

They said, “Yeah, she’s mean right after she wakes up.”

A few months ago I had a field trip to Inner Space Cavern. Did I mention that I love field trips? I picked up a group of second graders from Raylin’s school. I saw a familiar face, but I couldn’t be sure. Three years had passed, and young kids do a lot of growing in that time.

Was the adorable girl with the radiant smile Raylin? I had my doubts. This girl was all smiles and hugs and holding her friend’s hand.

We arrived at the Cavern and I did what I always do on field trips. I parked the bus and caught up with my group to explore with them.

As we were boarding the bus to return to school, I asked the teacher if the girl three rows back was Raylin. It was her!

I said, “Raylin, do you remember me?”

She said, “No. (pause) You look different.”

It occurred to me that she rode my bus in pandemic times when we all wore masks. Everyone looked different in full face.

I picked up Charlie and sang, “Raylin, getting on the bus…”

Raylin’s smile lit up the bus.

At a red light on our drive back to school, a boy in the front seat put his hand out and said, “This is from Raylin.”

The boy dropped a small crystal in my hand. Outside the cavern, the kids go panning for gems. Raylin gifted me her crystal. What a sweet, beautiful gesture.

On my high school route, I told Raylin’s siblings about the field trip and the gift. I gave them a copy of my book Ellen’s Ride to pass along to Raylin. They reported back that she loved the book.

And I’m reporting to you that I love my job.

Peace,

Jimmy Joe

aka: Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir

Ellen’s Ride – the Song, the Book, the Inspiration

Artwork by Darrin Kobetich

I’d like to introduce you to Ellen, the young lady who inspired my song and subsequent book, Ellen’s Ride.

Many years ago, I fired up my bus for the first day of school. I picked up just one child that day, a little girl named Ellen, who was waiting for the bus to take her to her first day of Kindergarten. I made all the stops on my list, but there were no other children. For the next three years, Ellen was my only morning passenger for that school. We had fun on our trip to school. We used our imaginations to enhance the route. Every street had a magical name or story or mythical creature. No matter how silly and outlandish my ideas were, Ellen rolled with them and added her own magic.

Ellen waits for the bus on her first day of kindergarten

Here’s an example of a typical conversation on our ride to school.

Me: “Where do you want to go today, Ellen?”

Ellen: “Mt. Everest!”

Me: “Mt. Everest is cold this time of year and the air is thin. Make sure you have your oxygen tank and mittens!”

Ellen: “Got ‘em!”

Me: “It takes a long time to get to the top, so we have to go real fast coming down the other side to get to school on time, so buckle up!”

Ellen: “Done!”

In the cafetorium at Ellen’s school where I was performing a lunchtime concert

I wrote a song called Ellen’s Ride, based on the route filtered through our imaginations. I presented a rough recording of a rough performance of the song on a CD to Ellen and her mom on Ellen’s tenth birthday. As we listened to it, Ellen’s mom asked Ellen if she knew the places in the song. Ellen said, “Yeah, Mom, that’s our bus route.”

Some time after that, I got the idea to add illustrations to the song, and create a picture book for children. I enlisted the help of my good friend Darrin Kobetich, a very talented guitarist and graphic artist. It was as if he pulled the images out of my head and made them real. Neither of us had ever made a book before. The process seemed far more involved and challenging than recording music and making a CD, so the project sat on a shelf for a very long time.

A few months ago, I was invited to Ellen’s college graduation party. Where had the time gone?!

I asked Darrin if we could get a hard copy by the party date. I really wanted to give Ellen the first copy for her graduation. Darrin worked hard on the formatting and other details that were needed to make it happen. He got us over the hump, and I was able to present the new book to Ellen, and play the song for her and her family and friends.

I feel very fortunate to have made this lasting connection with Ellen and her wonderful family.

Now we’re getting ready to release the book Ellen’s Ride to the world on Oct 5. We’re planning a Book Launch in Austin, where you get to meet the author and the illustrator. Darrin and I will do a musical performance and book signing.

I’m very excited to start this new chapter (pun intended.)

I’m looking forward to working more with Darrin. I have a few songs in mind that would make great picture books.

Ellen’s college graduation party 2024

25 Years Later

I received my 25 years of Service pin. That’s right, I’ve been a school bus driver for a quarter of a century. I’d like to talk about what led me to become a school bus driver as the last century was coming to a close.

I moved to Austin in 1995 when I was 26 years old. I had a few guitars, an amp, some books and clothes, and a cat named Wendyl. I packed everything, including Wendyl, into The Beast, my 1969 Ford Econoline van, and drove down to Austin. Seeing the Austin City Limit sign felt like coming home to a place I’d never been.

I worked a bunch of temp jobs until I was hired by Kamico, a small family owned business that created educational books. My duties included running the Xerox, binding books, and spending time with the owners’ infant son. I would walk him around the block and sing to him.

The business was growing. We moved from the house into a commercial building. The new growth and rules were not a good fit for me and I was getting real grumpy. The owner, Kathy, offered me a great exit. She paid me to write music for some audio stories in exchange for my resignation. I jumped on it and dove into it. Kathy even bought me a keyboard to help with composing.

As my writing contract was coming to an end, I joined a country band. It was a new experience. I had to learn fifty songs in a week. We played regional and road gigs. The road gigs were usually about two weeks on and a week or two off. It was fun and a great learning experience, but I wasn’t earning enough to cover my expenses. I worked a plethora of odd jobs. I built playscapes, fixed cars, installed floors, moved furniture. I bought a broken carpet cleaning machine at a garage sale for $10. I fixed it and cleaned carpets. I eventually traded it for recording time in a studio. I delivered lunches for a summer youth program. I usually had a teenage helper ride with me, so I got to hear what was going on in the local scene. That was a good job, but it was only for the summer. I also picked up some work writing and arranging music, but it wasn’t enough.

I turned 30 in 1998. I was tired of hustling random music and non-music gigs. I was putting way too much energy into the non-music work. I needed a day job.

I scoured the newspapers (newspapers were like web pages, but made from dead trees.)

I called about and/or applied for ten different jobs in ten different fields. I had experience in all of them. I was also not excited about any of them. On one call back, I was asked if I was looking to grow with the company. I said, “No, I’m just looking for a job to support my music habit.”

I continued scrolling until one ad jumped out at me: ‘School Bus Drivers Needed. Paid training and CDL.’ For the first time in my job search, I was excited! My trainer was a very kind soul named Doris. Same name as my mom, but pronounced differently. We joked about that. When I was getting ready for a trip to see my folks, my trainer would say, “Tell Dah-ris that Dooris says hello!”

My first day driving the bus was a doozy. We had torrential rains and some flooding around town. I couldn’t get enough of it. With Doris as my passenger, I drove to the farmlands of far southeast Austin to the hills of northwest Austin, up steep hills, and through a temporary river that ran across the road. That was before I knew you weren’t supposed to do that. Oops!

I learned to drive in a full size Chevy van and my daily driver was a full size Ford van. The school bus felt like an extension of those vans, but with better mirrors. I didn’t need help with maneuvering or parallel parking. It just came naturally. When they sent me out on my own route, it was frightening and fun. I loved transporting and interacting with children.

Twenty five years later, I still love my job. I love how my two worlds have intertwined over the years; each one influencing the other. I became a writer and performer of children’s music known as Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir. I’m soon to become a published author of a children’s book.

I’ve performed at many schools and children’s programs. My guitar, Charlie, comes to work with me every day. I play in the afternoon when kids are boarding the bus and on field trips.

Twenty five years ago I just wanted a job that was fun and paid the bills. Twenty five years later I’m grateful for the benefits and retirement plan. I’m fortunate to have had thousands of kids pass through my life. Some were challenging, many were quiet and kept to themselves. I was that kid. Many kids were bursting with energy and excitement. Many had wild, vivid imaginations. I think I’m still that kid. All have contributed to me being the person I am today. And I think I’m a pretty good person today.

I may be eligible to retire but I’m planning to stick around for a while. It’s still a fun job that pays the bills.

peace,

-Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir

The Writer

Greetings!

I know I haven’t posted in a very long time, but there’s a very good reason for that. My current bus route, carried over from last year, is the easiest, quietest, smoothest, most drama-free route I’ve ever had. I have two schools; one in the morning, and one in the afternoon. They are both magnet schools. The students worked very hard to get into these schools. They’re focused on saving the planet or taking over the world, and don’t have the time, interest, or bandwidth to raise hell on the bus. My morning school is all girls, middle and high school age. In the afternoon I have high school.

While it is a very pleasant route, (the kids are kind, polite, courteous, etc) it lacks blogworthy material. I miss the loud and lovely chaos of the little ones. My current groups are far too advanced for my quiz time. How do you spell HEB? What is the phone number for 911? They wouldn’t even bother to scoff at questions like that, although I did stump a few students with, “What is the square root of all evil?”

One crafty young chap came up with 25.8069758. You’ll have to figure that one out on your own time.

My afternoon school allows bus drivers to come in from the heat as we wait for the school day to end. They have couches and chairs in the halls. One day I was sitting on one of the couches, playing my guitar. My friend Juan was sitting across from me. We were wondering out loud about the students carrying large objects down the hall.

Where is he going with that kayak paddle?

Why is she carrying a globe?

Is that a replica of a reptile?

We asked some of the kids about these oversized objects. They said they were hall passes.

Juan and I watched in amusement as kids carted broom sticks and beach balls down the hall. One student turned to me and said, “Nice guitar!”

I said, “It’s a hall pass.”

Sometimes we have to move to another hall because our regular hallway is packed with students rehearsing lines for a play, debating, or solving problems. These young folks are studious and very much into their school work, unlike Yours Truly way back when…

(Rewind to the previous century)

I was usually the first kid to get my boom box confiscated on the first day of school. I slept through social studies and English classes to the point where I had to retake them in the summer. More than once. As far as book reports were concerned, I flat out refused to do them. I didn’t see the point in reading a book and writing a report on it. I would not have graduated on time, had the principal, Peter K. Lynch, not plucked me from the hall one day to ask me what was going on. I went to his office every day after school where he helped me create outlines and guided me in writing the papers I needed to turn in.

In 9th grade, I had an assignment to write a report about Shakespeare. My friend Brendan (the kid who taught me my first guitar riffs – Whole Lotta Love and I Ain’t Got You) and I decided to write a parody of an Iron Maiden song. We transformed The Trooper into The Writer. We cranked up the practice amp and hit record on the old Panasonic shoebox tape recorder. We blasted through the opening riff and jammed out as we shouted, “He wrote a poem and he wrote a play, he always knew just what to say…”

When it came to turn in the paper, we brought the Panasonic to the teacher at the front of the room.

She hit ‘Play’ as the whole class listened. The teacher was impressed. We got an A on our ‘paper’!

One year, they took me out of my regular English class and put me in a tiny room with 5 or 6 other kids and a teacher named Joe Teta. One of the kids in class was my old friend Rob Healy. We’ve known each other since we were toddlers and we’re still close today. It was a creative writing class, which I never knew existed. Our classroom was little more than a maintenance closet. I wonder if it was even in the school’s blueprints.

Mr. Teta gave us assignments that were very different from my other class. He gave a list of topics or prompts. He said we could choose one or make one up and write about it. No outlines, no forms or structure.

I could write whatever I want?!?! I wrote and wrote. I was really into horror movies and heavy metal, so my stories had a gory edge to them. Mr. Teta said that if he didn’t know me so well, he would be very nervous. When I didn’t feel like writing I would draw a picture. I had so much fun in that class. I’m not sure how Rob got into that class, but his warped imagination made him a perfect fit.

I was able to kick my writing game up a notch, thanks to my dear friend Sue, who was my girlfriend in high school. Sue not only “helped” me with some of those papers, she also gave me assignments from a book called Six Weeks to Words of Power. I learned a plethora of fancy words.

Well, I really went off on a tangent there, didn’t I?

That’s okay because it’s My Blog and I can write whatever I want!

peace

Shout Out to the Crossing Guards

Some years ago we had a young woman take over the job of crossing guard in front of the middle school. She looked like she was just out of high school. I thought maybe she was a college student making a little extra money. Or maybe she was a young mom trying to make ends meet. Whatever her story, she put her heart and soul into her job every day. In blistering heat to freezing sideways rain, she held that stop sign and her head up high and stopped four lanes of traffic while guiding the kids safely across the street.

Have you ever been told to give your all in whatever job you do? I think this young woman had and took it to heart. I was impressed with her commanding presence. As the school year was coming to a close I gave a card to our young crossing guard to tell her how much I appreciated her good work. She reminded me of someone from my past.

Mrs. Comstock.

Who is Mrs. Comstock?

I’m glad you asked.

Mrs. Comstock was the crossing guard at Milburn Elementary School, a block and a half from my childhood home, where my mom still resides and where my brother Mike once again calls home.

We walked up to the corner every day where Mrs. Comstock’s forest green Buick with the white vinyl roof was parked.

Mrs. Comstock’s uniform matched her car. To my young boy eyes she looked like a military officer. Mrs. Comstock would hold a white gloved hand high as she blew her whistle. Cars stopped and kids crossed. She greeted us with smiles. She took pride in her work and loved her job.

I love my job. When I was hired twenty four years ago I thought driving a bus would be a fun job to do for a little while. Two dozen years later it’s still a fun job!

Lunchtime Rock Star

Last week I stopped by the local food co-op to get some lunch. As I was filling up my bowl at the salad bar, a man said, “Hey, aren’t you Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir?”

A year or two ago in the same store, the woman in front of me in line recognized me as her kid’s bus driver and paid for my food.

This afternoon I ordered lunch at a south Austin vegan food truck. The man on the other side of the window read my embroidered sweatshirt, “Proud to be a School Bus Driver.”

He asked if I was a school bus driver. I said yes.

He said, “Thank you for your service. Lunch is on the house!”

It feels great to be appreciated.

Merry Holidays!

Election (and Lunar Eclipse) Day ‘22

Greetings and Happy Autumn!

I know it’s been a while since my last entry. I’ve gone through some pretty big life changes but I’m back and I’m pretty happy.

Are drivers catching on or was it luck of the draw? I hope it’s the former.

Last week, I went three days in a row without a single car passing my bus illegally. This should not be cause for celebration. It should be routine but unfortunately, it’s the exception.

Please watch out for the kiddos. They may be running late and crossing the street in a hurry to catch the bus. That’s why we have the flashing lights and laws that support them. The flashing ambers don’t mean speed up. Someone’s child may be getting ready to cross the road. Please pay attention. I’m probably preaching to the choir but there it is.

Well, unfortunately I spoke too soon. On the fourth day, I lost count of the number of cars passing my bus while I was loading students in the morning. There were at least eight or nine, maybe ten. The next day, four. The day after, five or six. If the $300 tickets by mail don’t make make drivers pay attention, what will?

Next stop, Easy Street

For the first time in 24 years of driving a school bus I don’t have an elementary school on my route. I have two magnet schools. The kids are quiet, polite, and well behaved. It’s a dream route. Occasionally I’ll find a gum wrapper on a seat and that’s the extent of the trouble on my route.

I love my route and the students. However, I really miss the loud, rambunctious, playful, creative, brutally honest, snot-nosed, lovely, bratty little ones. They are the most work and the most fun. I miss driving to other planets and traveling through time with the help of a cosmic dwizzle bazimperator. I miss quiz time. The older kids have grown out of that magic. (sigh) At least I haven’t. I anxiously await the next time travel mission. It will begin three days ago.

It’s election day and I’m sitting at home. Why am I not at work? We have the day off and I voted early.

It’s great that we have the day off to recognize Election Day but the truth is that the decision was made for safety reasons. Many schools are used as polling places and school officials fear for the safety of students and staff due to our current political climate. Dang. To quote my neighbor Stan from a long time ago in a far off city, “What do think this is, America?”

If you haven’t already, get out and vote!

I wish everyone a safe Election Day and we’ll see you Wednesday morning looking out for the children.

ps- the next episode of School Bus News will return to the fun and goofy stuff, I promise!

Spring Break ’22

It’s Spring Break and I’m enjoying sleeping ‘til the crack of noon.

A lot has changed in a short time. Austin, along with many other school districts, has dropped its mask mandates and other covid protocols.

I didn’t recognize them. The kids. I’ve only ever seen their eyes and ears in most cases. Add noses and mouths and they look very different from the picture in my mind.

The students are no longer required to use “handitizer” in the bus. They made up the word handitizer. They no longer have to endure the words, “Put on your mask!”

I used those words on a middle school kid when masks were still required.

He reached into his pocket for a mask and said, “My bad.”

The kid behind him said, “His bad.”

It’s nice to know these kids have each others’ backs.

By the way, I still wear my N95 to shield myself from the radioactive cloud that the high school kids call cologne.

I asked the kids if they were happy about Spring Break.

As expected, they were very happy. One kid said excitedly, “I get to be bitten by a dragon!”

I said, “Good for you. I hope it’s everything you’ve hoped it to be.”

There’s not much current school bus news to report because we’re on Spring Break! But we had a lot of fun in the weeks leading up to our mini vacation.

80s Day

One girl said, “It’s 80s day! I’m wearing shoes from the 80s!” She put her foot up and I stole a glance at her Converse Chuck Taylors.

I said, “I had shoes like that in the eighties!”

She said, “You weren’t even alive in the eighties!”

Mr. Dancer

One afternoon on the ride home from the elementary school, a boy said, “Mr. Dancer (I’ll get to that name in a minute) we need sugar. Take us to the candy store!”

I said, “You don’t need sugar. You need Broccoli. I’m taking you to the broccoli store!”

He said, “There’s a broccoli store?”

I said, “Yes, it’s called a farmers market!”

I didn’t take them to the farmers market. I dropped them off at their bus stops. Maybe their parents will take them to the broccoli store this weekend.

Back to ‘Mr. Dancer.’

When each school year begins I say, “My name is Mr. Jimmy Joe but you may call me Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir for short.”

These kids are sharp. They noticed that the latter is not shorter than the former.

One day a clever brother and sister team decided to give me a new shortened name that rhymes with Man Sir, hence my latest moniker, Mr. Dancer.

If they ever saw me try to dance they’d probably come up with a new name.

Yesterday, Tomorrow, or Yestermorrow?

A few months ago I asked,”Is it tomorrow yet?”

The kids all said, “No!”

I said, “Okay, I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

This went on for a few days until a boy said, “It can never be tomorrow! It is always today. Tomorrow is just a concept!”

I said, “Good answer. I like the way you think!”

Recently I asked, “When is yestermorrow?”

A little girl shouted, “Today! ‘Yester’ brings us to yesterday and ‘morrow’ brings us back to today!”

It’s been getting harder and harder to stump these kids so I asked, “What is one plus purple?”

A boy said,”I cannot answer that! The greatest scientists of the world cannot answer that!”

Latest score:

Children: Eleventy nineteen

Mr. Dancer: one (plus purple)

Olena

I’ve been thinking about a girl from my high school route years ago. Olena was an exchange student from Ukraine. A sweet, pretty girl with a nice smile. She’s probably close to thirty years old by now. She might have kids of her own. To me, Olena is the face of Ukraine.

One day I said to Olena, “I know a Ukrainian song.”

I picked up my guitar and played a tune called Schedrik.

Olena’s eyes widened in surprise.

“How do you know that song?!”

I said, “Everybody knows that song. We call it Carol of the Bells. It’s a very popular Christmas song.”

All I can do is hope for the best for Olena, her family, and fellow Ukrainians.

SBN Winter 2022

Ice Day!

We have a four day weekend thanks to Winter Storm Landon. The school districts and universities preemptively canceled classes Thursday and Friday. Good move. Central Texas is a huge ice skating rink at the moment.

Quiz Time!

Quiz time has become popular on the bus. It’s more challenging for me than for the kids. I have to come up with new questions nearly every day!

Here are some excerpts from recent quizzes:

Me: What is zero plus zero?

Most kids: Zero!

One kid in the back: One if you count the tax for the stupid government!

Me: If a snowman is made of snow, what is a reindeer made of?

Kid: Meat!

Me: Does a school bus have a) Wheels, b) Wings, or c) Feet?

All the Kids chanting in unison: FEET, FEET, FEET, FEET!

Me: What is the square root of all evil?

Kids: Huh?

The King of All Masks

I recently started wearing N95 masks on the bus due to the rapid spread of the omicron variant. There’s a shortage of bus drivers and teachers. We’ve had supervisors, dispatchers, and mechanics all out driving routes (yes, they’re all trained and certified to drive a bus.) The superintendent was seen teaching a math class.

So I upgraded to the N95 and they work! How do I know they work? Every afternoon a pack my bus with 47 high school students. Since I’ve been wearing N95 masks I CAN’T SMELL THE COLOGNE! For those who don’t know, I can’t stand cologne, perfume and most scented products. I don’t like being in the same room with someone wearing clothes washed in tide. My olfactory sensors are way too sensitive.

I Love my N95 masks!

Cruelty to animals?

One afternoon a middle school boy asked me if I wanted to see him throw cheese at his dog. Before I could say ’no thanks’ he held his phone in front of my face. The video showed an excited dog and a boy’s hand holding a slice of unwrapped cheese. He called the dog as he flung the slice of cheese. The cheese landed on the dog’s head. Try as he might, the poor dog could not reach the cheese with his tongue.

Let’s Dance

Two kids were singing a song one afternoon so I asked them about it. They said it was from a video game called Let’s Dance. They both liked the game and the singing and dancing. One of the kids said, “It tricks us into exercising.”

Kids today…

A middle school girl said, “Excuse me Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir, can I charge my phone?”

I said, “Charge your phone? On the bus? You mean, does it have a charging port? No, sorry. But it does have a CD player!”

The girl and her friends chuckled.

I said, “Seriously, it’s the latest in school bus entertainment technology!”

I couldn’t hear what they said after that but I think it was something like, “Don’t talk to him and maybe he’ll go away!”

Every year when I choose a bus route I make sure I have an elementary school. Those kids are the most work but also the most fun. When school lets out in the afternoon the teachers bring out the youngest ones first. Kindergarten and pre-k. One little girl was having a bad day and her teacher was losing her patience when she wouldn’t walk up the steps of the bus. I told her to leave her with me and that we’d be fine.

I picked up my guitar and started singing, “RayLynn, getting on the bus, RayLynn, she’s gonna ride with us”

The girl put a foot on the first step. So I kept singing. She eventually climbed to the top step and even cracked half a smile!

A day or two later RayLynn put her little arms around me and squeezed.

Another one of my little ones walks up the steps every day, then turns around, calling each of her classmates by name. “Bye, Charlie! Bye, Maria! Bye, Saanvi!”

Her classmates return the salutations with enthusiasm.

I said, “Who are those people?”

She said, “They’re my friends.”

I said, “Wow, you have a lot of good friends.”

She said, “Yeah.”

I said, “Maybe it’s because you’re such a good friend to them.”

She said, “Yeah.”

Bus Driver Appreciation Week!

School Bus News

It’s School Bus Driver Appreciation Week so show your appreciation to your favorite bus driver!

Last year Mr. Bus Driver Man Sir became Mr. Hot Spot Man Sir when I was driving a mobile hot spot bus, providing internet service to kids during school hours for online learning. The program was discontinued before the start of this school year as kids went back to in-person school.

My elementary kids were disappointed when they tried to log in to the bus wifi on their ipads and chromebooks.

“Where’s the wifi?,” one boy asked.

I said, “We don’t have wifi anymore.”

A girl said, “If you don’t have wifi, how do you listen to the radio?”

The boy asked, “Why don’t we have wifi?”

I replied, “The kids didn’t like wifi so they got rid of it.”

“What?!?!?! We LOVE wifi!”

Cruel? Maybe, but I couldn’t resist. The poor kiddos had to talk to each other. Now that’s cruel!

So, what do little boys do in the school bus when they can’t get online? They check out cars.

One little guy said to another, “That’s a Ferrari or a McLaren! The black and red one!”

I looked to where the boy was pointing at a very nice vintage red and black Chevy El Camino. We used to call them car-trucks when we were kids. This El Camino was a fine vehicle, but a far cry from a Ferrari or McLaren. I had to google McLaren. It’s a high end sports car that sells for $300,000. No wonder I hadn’t heard of it. I’ve never paid more than $3000 for a car.

As part of the covid-19 protocol, all students and staff are required to wear masks, we keep windows open, and we make seating charts for each trip for contact tracing purposes. To make this process quick and easy I pass the blank chart with a pen and clipboard to the kids in the front seat. They write their names in the corresponding seat number and pass it back. When it gets to the back they start passing it back up front. The kids have their own middle school way of doing this.

They’ll pass the board over the seat and wait for someone to grab it. If that doesn’t happen they’ll give ‘em a whack on the head with it. They in turn whack the head of the next kid if they don’t respond right away. Last week they returned the seating chart attached to half a clipboard. It’s a middle school version of paying it forward.

Speaking of middle school, those kids are full of surprises. I few months ago, in my home town I saw two middle school age kids riding bikes singing Frank Sinatra. More recently in my school bus two middle school kids were singing Oh, ho, ho it’s Magic, ya know, never believe it’s not so! It’s not the easiest melody but those kids nailed it!

Technology overload?

I started this school year with a brand new bus. It has AC and all the bells and whistles. It has a thing called Collision Mitigation. In theory it detects objects that are too close and gently applies the brakes to avoid a collision. In practice it’s not quite so subtle.

I was driving ‘round a bend when the bus detected something on the side of the road. Maybe it thought I was going to veer off the road and hit a tree? Halfway through the bend the bus slammed on the brakes! They released before I came to a stop and I was able to continue, albeit with my heart pounding.

Another time, I was in a line of buses leaving the high school in the afternoon with a full load of students. It’s slow, stop, and go traffic for a while until we hit the open road. Well, my bus had another panic attack and slammed on the brakes. We were going pretty slow and this time it did stop completely. The kids screamed and were thrown forward. Thankfully the seats are padded, unlike the buses I remember from my childhood where the back of each seat had a metal bar with exposed rusty bolts.

After the route I saw the driver who was behind me at the school. She thought a kid ran in front of my bus prompting me to slam on the brakes. I said it wasn’t me, it was my nervous bus acting up again.

I told the shop foreman what was happening and he had the bus sent off to reform school or rehab or wherever it is they send buses to learn how to cope with normal traffic.

Stay safe out there and watch out for kids (and nervous buses)!