Funny thing happened when I got home... Mom hired someone to install a new driveway and while they were working, I had to move the bus into the street for several days. One afternoon, a guy comes strolling down the road and asks Mom, "Is that your bus?"
Mom: "No, that's my daughter's bus."
Guy: "That's a Prison bus!"
Mom: "Yeah, she knows."
Guy: "She can't drive that through here like that. She gotta paint that thing!"
Mom: questioning silence
Guy: "Don't that crazy white girl know there are convicts down the street? Man, I spent six years on a bus like that!"
So when I came home she relayed the story. I found it amusing at first, but am cautious as well. I've been robbed in the past, and have heard gunfire in the night more than once. I do want to paint the bus, but have come to like the baby blue color. I will not give in to the fears and hate of others, so will keep that color. But I also must be realistic and be mindful that there may be elements in the neighborhood that take exception to the vehicle and may vent their resentment on my property.
Just one more reason to be highly motivated to move out of here and on to better places... in my bus!