Rock City Bus Depot
Wednesday July 19, 1933
10:42 PM

“Don’t leave yet!” Mary shouts as she runs down the street toward the red neon glow of the bus station. She wobbles from the white laundry bag in her left hand weighing her down, holding her back. The bus spouts a dark cloud that rises into the moonlight as it pulls away. Mary’s face drops into disappointment, her legs give up running and resign themselves to a slow walk. Arriving at the porter, she asks “Was that the #7 to Detroit?” “Yep.” he replies. “Drat.” as she walks to the ticket booth, attended by a young woman her age.

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