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A Punchline Without a Story
Sep. 6th, 2006 06:22 pm
I was downstate for a meeting today. Driving the freeway on the way back, I saw a bus pulled off by the side of the road, with several repair-type trucks nearby, flashers going. About twenty young men, dressed mainly in red and white, were standing around watching the bus. This included a crowd of them in the right-hand lane of the freeway, by the way.
The bus itself was painted office-machine green. As I came closer, I saw that the bus had PROJECT COMPASSION painted on the top rear, and the legend GOD'S LOVE BUS painted down the side.
God's Love Bus broken down by the side of the road. That's obviously the punchline to something; short story, epigram, pithy comment on today's social order, something. Whatever it is, maybe I'll be able to write it later.
The bus itself was painted office-machine green. As I came closer, I saw that the bus had PROJECT COMPASSION painted on the top rear, and the legend GOD'S LOVE BUS painted down the side.
God's Love Bus broken down by the side of the road. That's obviously the punchline to something; short story, epigram, pithy comment on today's social order, something. Whatever it is, maybe I'll be able to write it later.
