I love riding the bus. In my 20s, taking the number two MARTA bus up Ponce de Leon Avenue for long, friendship-filled afternoons on patios helped me find my place in a new city. Bus-aided bar ...
In the ’80s, it was the go-to excuse—why I couldn’t date (even though I sometimes did), why Saturday night parties at the Corinthian Gardens Clubhouse were off-limits, and why I had to plead—sometimes ...
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