An internet article today from the news contrasts to an incident on the bus I was on Monday. A Sound Transit Bus exploded on the freeway,
minutes after the passengers evacuated.
The incident on the bus I was on was less astonishing. Monday afternoon twenty minutes after I got on a 4:45 bus at TCC our
trip was interrupted by an unusual dinging noise. We were stopped for forty-five minutes while
they found a part that was broken, a hose.
That time of day buses that could come for us four passengers were far
off, or were busy. The replacement bus
arrived at last.
My time right now, as it frequently is, has been occupied
with books. And a book I was carrying
was The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis, which begins with a bus that soon lofts
off the surface of the planet. And also
books that occupy my thoughts are two books that refer to the holocaust, by
descendents of the holocaust, and a memoir of the news story about three young
women rescued from a residence where they had been held captive for ten
years. A Brief
Stop On the Road From Auschwitz, by Göran Rosenberg, My Grandfather Would Have Shot Me: A Black Woman Discovers Her Family's
Nazi Past, by Jennifer Teege, and Finding
Me: A Decade of Darkness, a Life Reclaimed: A Memoir of the Cleveland Kidnappings,
by Michelle Knight.
In the book by Michelle Knight I learn her childhood had
been one of abuse and homelessness.
These several grim stories are absorbing, but they reveal a lot about these
people who are the books authors. In the
library systems of today I recognize that the permanence of the presence of
books in the systems have changed, and wonder what that means for a book like a
memoir, when a story has been told, one of intense meaning to the author.
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