Just a silly thought that made me smile.
Background: We long distance dated for several months before getting engaged and then married. Not liking being apart for that long we tried to plan a few visits. Most visits ended with a trip to the bus station where Dan would get on the bus and I would wave goodbye and then try to find my way home through my tears. To me, Greyhound was a symbol of separation. It didn’t help that two different buses had transmission problems on Dan’s trip from FL to PA for our wedding, causing him to almost miss the wedding. I told him often that I hated Greyhound.
Silly Thought: I think Dan went to heaven in a Greyhound bus.
