John Berryman boarded the bus. I am sure it was him or a reincarnation thereof. Passenger number one was already seated, and chatting with the driver. Eddie likes classic rock. "You know that album, 'White Trash?' I got that album. You want me to make you a copy? You got a cassette player?" John Berryman: "You seen Brenda lately? Man, she's lookin' bad, no?" Passenger number one: "She's my cousin. Brenda from El Duende?" John Berryman: "No. From over there." [points out the window at a cluster of trailers] Passenger number one: "Too much partyin', no?" John Berryman: "F*%K, I'm 74 years old. I can't do that s*#t no more.[To Eddie] Can you stop at a store or something? I gotta cash my check." Eddie: "I can't make no stops that aren't on my route, man." Passenger one: "Helen won't cash it for you in Ojo?" John Berryman: "She won't do nothin' for me. She's on some kinda power trip." Passenger one: "Oh yeah, she cards me every time, que no?" [this guy is at least 49 years old] "Listen, bro, I'm stopping off in El Rito. Gonna hang out and wait till the next bus to go back. I got friends there, you could wait with me and cash your check at the Llano [Bar]." John Berryman:"Yeah, I gotta get a pint [makes drinking motion with hand near mouth]." Don [who has been sitting silently in the seat across the aisle from me since we both boarded at the park 'n' ride--he turns to me suddenly--out of the gray--]: SO, YOUR FOLKS BACK EAST OK WITH ALL THAT SNOW?"