Jack sat on the long seat where he could watch his grandfather and the road at the same time. This time, Grandpa stopped at the cemetery gates. He looked both ways before he pulled into traffic. At the bottom of the hill, he waited for the red light to change to green. Farther along, he hummed happily as he waited for the lady holding a Stop sign to let them go around a hole in the road. He went the right way down one-way streets. He yielded to traffic when the sign told him to. He stopped at a crosswalk while a man with a yellow Lab crossed the street. He stopped at another one while two ladies pushing shopping carts crossed. But he didn’t pull up to any bus stops. He just waved at the waiting passengers. He called out, “This is the wrong bus. Another will be along soon.” No one waved back. Jack sat across from his grandfather and held on tight to the shiny pole. He studied Grandpa Nod’s rosy cheeks. His eyes followed the creases down his face. He looked at the line across his forehead where his driver’s cap had made a mark.
