“Where the Buffalo Roam”

Pickups start early and lend themselves to seeing some beautiful sun rises.  On such a morning I had made several stops and was exiting the neighborhood.  The bus was facing toward the rising sun and there silhouetted against the sky was a mother buffalo and her calf.  As I was contemplating the beauty of God’s creation I heard one of two phrases that all bus drivers dread to hear, “Mr. Brandon he just threw up”.  Looking in the mirror I saw him peer over the set with his little red face and as he cleared his throat he said, “Mr. Brandon, what’s for breakfast?” Charles Dickens once penned, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”. So it is. Oh, the other dreaded phrases is "Who pooted?".