Bright Ideas

Years ago, when I lived in Billings, I’d walk to the bus stop downtown and get on the bus headed to Rimrock Mall. I just had to be careful not to buy more than I could carry.

Not many people were on the bus; just mentally and physically handicapped youngsters headed for their jobs at the handicapped workshop. There was plenty of room for me. Later I’d catch the bus headed back downtown, making sure not to miss the last bus.

We had a friend who didn’t own a car. A divorced mother of four with an ex-husband who only sporadically paid child support; she couldn’t yet afford the luxury. She rode th...