On the 166

We walked down the hill to wait for the 166 bus to the Port Authority, but the bus stop had been removed, so we had to walk several blocks down the avenue to another stop. The bus showed up and we asked for two round-trip tickets to New York.

That’s standard procedure, or used to be: you would get a long printed receipt, give the first half to the driver at the end of the ride, and give the other half to the driver when you boarded a bus back to New Jersey. But this driver looked at us as if we were making an unusual request.

The bus had very few seats — it looked as if many had been removed. Some of the remaining seats were single seats facing the center aisle; others were facing front in twos, with so little space to sit that trying to get into a seat would be like trying to squeeze into a chair that’s pushed in under a table.

I thought this dream was about the passing of time: you can’t go home again, as everything has changed. Elaine thinks I’m already dreaming about deportations.

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[“Only fools and children talk about their dreams”: Dr. Edward Jeffreys (Robert Douglas), in Thunder on the Hill (dir. Douglas Sirk, 1951).