Religion… ugh. It has become a dreaded topic in my life. As a child, I was taught to love/serve “God”, not knowing what it meant. Half a century later, I am torn between a lifelong love of my “religion” while also having a healthy distrust of those who practice it. How did this come about?Continue reading “Dear God: Am I Okay?”
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New Roll or Old Wheels?
October 5, 2022 Here it is. Nearly 10 years now since I became a Bus Operator. I remember time just sluggishly passing as I trudged into a new career. Again. Journalist/Editor, Radio News Director, Typographer, Print Salesman, OTR Truck Driver, IT Desktop Support Tech, Bus Operator. Seven careers in one lifetime, perhaps one or twoContinue reading “New Roll or Old Wheels?”
Our Baby Brother Moves On
M first vivid memories of Dan are hazy with age. Only two-and-a-half years old when he was born, I had my own struggles to overcome. My older brothers are the most likely to remember when Mom and Dad brought our new little brother home. He was different, but not to be treated as such. ChildrenContinue reading “Our Baby Brother Moves On”
I Stand. Will YOU?
Author’s Note: I miss Deke’s writing on Blogspot. It was so much easier than this platform. Now he’s gone and it’s up to me to (periodically) write the life of a Portland Bus Operator. But I’m not happy about it. It’s just something I need to do; for YOU, dear brothers and sisters. It wasContinue reading “I Stand. Will YOU?”
My Holiday Thanks
Five point five hours ago, I ended my week as a bus operator. The day before Christmas Eve. Planned, you know. Nearly four months ago, I correctly guessed the loss of operators was so great that my nine-year tenure would not guarantee me a holiday off. Here I am, correct. Luckily, of course, given myContinue reading “My Holiday Thanks”
Dear Karen
I have had so much to say over the past six months it is painful to keep those words captive. For eight years I wrote my heart and soul describing this singular life as a transit operator. Often, those words were harsh and angry. It became too difficult to express such negativity. I had toContinue reading “Dear Karen”
Time is Constant
“Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?” –Chicago Transit Authority, 1967 Deke in his Blues on Line 9Photo by Dean Turner, 2020 It has been four months now since I stopped blogging. Writing, basically. Had to give my created dual personality a sudden death in order to keep going. NowContinue reading “Time is Constant”
My Post-Deke Life
It’s hard to kill a pseudonym. After eight years of living a writer’s manufactured dual personality, you realize how dependent upon it you are. Each time an idea for a blog post comes up, it must be put down like a sick pet. You cannot resurrect what has no hope of living. It’s tragic andContinue reading “My Post-Deke Life”
Deke N. Blue is My Alter-Ego
Life Renewed on A Bus
Love Renewed on a Bus By Patrick Brian Coomer © 2023 Anne didn’t know what led her to the bus stop that Monday morning. Habit, more or less. The start of a week which would be as never before, nor ever again. Her hose was torn, clothing semi-fresh. Electric had cut off two nights agoContinue reading “Life Renewed on A Bus”
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