The evening sun showed through the branches of the elm trees that rustled gently above my head as I jogged down Vista ave. I reached the bus station at Salmon st. just as the #15 pulled up. There were few enough people on the bus that I was able to requisition my favorite seats: The corner seat in the far back opposite the two horizontal seats so that I can stretch out. When I arrived at Profile, I helped Browny set up for the performance.
