After leaving Carillon with twenty-two years of service, time hung heavy on my hands. I needed to belong to something and I wanted to feel that I could still contribute to the family.

I tried several temporary jobs, and knocked on the doors of what seemed like every business in Lubbock. To my great surprise, I was hired by Citibus as a bus driver. I loved buses and to be able to drive one after admiring them all of my life was, to me, a great privilege.

One of my first assignments was to take the oldest bus in the fleet, 1007, out each day and pick-up elderly ladies at their home or at a retirement center, and take them to a supermarket where they could do their grocery shopping. We grew to be great friends and they seemed to like 1007 as much as I did.

Then one day the news came down; they were going to retire 1007 and either sell her to a bus company in Mexico, or cut her up for scrap. I was devastated! I loved this old bus. She was always faithful, and she moved her twenty ton weight with the grace of a grand old lady. I shared my sadness with the marketing director, and she encouraged me to write my feelings down; thus the poem titled “Ten-O-Seven”. She liked the poem and published it in the company newsletter, and I was hooked.

Writing seems so natural to me and gives me great pleasure. I now write mystery/suspense novels for the Christian market and glory in the fact that I have a new career, all because of the love of my old friend, 1007.

 

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Lyle A. Way