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Also it provided her with easy access and egress at her stops. Since she was obviously a regular, she didn’t pay much attention to me upon my inaugural ridings of the bus. But, as she became more used to seeing me, she began to take note. There was a measuring manner to her assessing my presence on the bus. And, of course, I was under scrutiny by the other regular riders too, especially the speculative young woman. As the rides multiplied over the next few weeks, Marvin could tell that the young girl wanted to inquire of him about something, but just couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject. And there was the normal reticence of her age group, no doubt magnified by the admonition of her parents, Hardcore “Don’t talk to strangers!” But, good heart and deep abiding curiosity overpowers even such sound advice in time. And so after a number of abortive attempts, she finally got out the inquiry, “Are some kind of cowboy, Mister?” I and the others in earshot smiled at that inquiry from the impressionable amateur young girl. “No, I am not,” I gently and respectfully answered the young girl’s question, “but I do sort of dress like one though, don’t I?” She quickly nodded to me, evidently still obedient to her parent’s command to ‘not talk to strangers.’ But, there was still a questioning expression on her face as she scanned over my manner of dress. I regularly wear a black Clint Eastwood type of hat, washed out jeans, a unstarched patterned business type of shirt, a western patterned type of bandana tied western style around my neck and black athletic shoes. That with my older demeanor and clean shaved, but with a mustache and goatee beard completes the picture. I tend to be very garrulous in manner and am comfortable with conversing to anyone about anything that would be socially acceptable to their interest and place in my current circumstances. I was a very chatty grocery clerk for years and then followed that up with being a very chatty and story-telling cabbie for a decade more. I even talked to anyone who would respond in grocery lines as I awaited having my groceries and almost always, after an initial shock on the recipient’s awareness, got positive and interesting replies. But, I was holding back with this young girl. I didn’t want to startle or scare her and I wanted to respect whatever instructions that her parents were giving here. I raised children myself and chaffed when other good-meaning people tried to undercut my and my wife’s standards of conduct for our kids. So, I had no intentions of interfering with her asian parent’s control of things, though I didn’t know them or what they might be enforcing for their daughter. But, since she rode the bus each day, and I did several times a week, I decided to lighten the mood between us since she was evidently so curious about me. So, I offered to serialize a story that I had recently produced. In an expurgated version, of course, appropriate to her age. “Would you like to teen hear a cowboy story, young lady?” At this the other persons about perked up, too, to see what I would share with this young girl. Still being obedient to her parents, she nodded ‘yes.’ Interestingly, from that time forward, by an unknown enforcement, that particular front seat was reserved for him when he rode the bus, and the young girl continued to sit in the front facing first seat right next to him. The rest of the interested passengers, would organize themselves in the immediate area with regard to each one’s ability to hear him. 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