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