Bus encounters of the book kind

I've been bus riding today and, as always, was reading on the bus.

First encounter: I was close to my stop, and had just put my book away preparatory to descending, when two women across the aisle addressed me. In a delightful French accent, one asked me where they should get off for the museum. I told them, and it was only after I was off the bus that I realized that the book I had been reading was A Parisienne in Chicago!

This evening, I went to an event sponsored by a criminal defense organization in memory of Clarence Darrow. Books were being sold, and I picked up a copy of Andrea Lyon's Angel of Death Row: My Life as a Death Penalty Defense Lawyer, which she signed for me. It wasn't until I got on the bus and settled in for the ride home that I opened the book and saw what she had written. It made me laugh out loud, and a woman a couple of seats away said, "Did you just see what they wrote?" I read it to her: "For Joan, who fights the good fight and looks great doing it." And the woman said, "I was just going to tell you how jazzy you looked in those boots!"

I do enjoy riding the bus.