Overcoming Bloglessness



In the old days before there was such a thing as a bus pass or a kiosk or a debit card, we paid for a bus ride with coins dropped into a fare box; a quarter for Mom and a nickel for me. They made a lovely jangling sound, tumbling down.

Downtown there were special sidewalks that lit up when you walked on them. It was a mystery, when I was little. How did they do that? I was a bit disappointed when I figured it out; all I was seeing was light from the basement level of Meier and Frank’s.


Daily Prompt:

Going Obsolete.