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Originally Posted by BlueStreak
In July of 1982 the Navy made me take a bus from Warren to Cleveland for in-processing at the Federal Building. Greyhound. It took three and a half hours and the obese guy sitting next to me slept the whole way and smelled like rotten cabbage. For a while there I wondered if he was dead. But, I'll be damned if he didn't wake up just as we arrived in Cleveland.
Once in San Diego, I got wasted drunk and somehow ended up on the city transit bus riding around all night with the homeless people. (It was raining.)
Actually, it was a lot of fun. The homeless can be a blast when your good and tore up.
Dave
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rotten cabbage LMAO!! And on your advice, I'm hanging out with homeless people Friday night
Finn, Cleveland must be ahead of the curve on something, our light rail goes to the airport. So you can get off the plane and easily go right your choice of fabulous destinations: the beatup dead downtown, or to the hood.
Pete