My best friends, the ones who have had some kind of working relationship with me, know that I have control issues. I say, I can't help it if my hands just perfectly fit the steering wheel. I do like to drive. I like to know where I am going. And I am guilty of wanting to be in charge of how we get there and when. I have ridden the bus, and the train, and in airplanes, and helicopters, and in ferries. And I admit that sometimes it is more comfortable to let someone else drive.
On our recent trip to Jackson, Tennessee, Judy discovered that the Greyhound Bus Station in downtown Jackson was an original art-deco style. History and Why Halfway We drove down at night to photograph it at night but there were no lights. So we went back in the morning and a bus was waiting to board passengers to Dallas.
Most of us don't travel this way anymore but there are many with limited resources who find the bus will get them where they need to go.