In the news business, it’s always fun when a new reporter joins a beat and sees it with fresh eyes. Willamette Week’s Aaron Mesh, one of my own favorite local writers, recently moved to the TriMet beat. For his first installment, he rode public transit for 48 hours. It’s a good read.
Around Southeast Foster Road, a woman in her 20s gets on. She has a pink plaid purse, white bedazzled sunglasses, bubblegum lipstick, pink pajama pants and a white sweatshirt emblazoned with “LOVE” across her chest.
She gives an enthusiastic greeting to man in his 60s, with thinning hair parted down the middle, a wispy mustache and two hearing aids.
“Guess I’m getting in the back!” she says to him. “Back party!”
They don’t speak to each other for about 20 blocks, until the bus crosses the Clackamas County line and stops at Southeast Otty Road.
The man gets off the bus—then a second later steps back on and gives the girl in pink a curt nod.
“Yeah?” he asks.
She shrugs, gives a closed smile, and follows him toward the Town & Country RV Park.