WHAT WE SO BLITHELY CALL "THE BUS" IS, IN FACT, ITS OWN LITTLE MICROCOSM WITHIN OUR LARGER SOCIETY. IT HAS ITS OWN RULES, ITS OWN JOYS AND DISAPPOINTMENTS, ITS OWN INSIDE JOKES, AND ITS OWN RABID FANS. THERE ARE NICE PEOPLE, MEAN PEOPLE, WEIRD PEOPLE, CLUELESS PEOPLE, AND ONE DEVASTATINGLY ATTRACTIVE BUSNINJA. AND IT IS NEVER, EVER BORING. IF YOU DON'T THINK UTAH HAS A THRIVING BUS CULTURE, YOU'RE MISSING OUT . . .
Recently, my meandering brain was made aware of an inconsistency in Salt Lake's street nomenclature. It was brought on by the fact that the GPS guy sounds kind of like he's saying "900th East, 3900 South," when we go past 900 East 3900 South.
I hadn't really thought about this before, but it occurred to me that if we say "9th East" to mean 900 East, then "900th East" means
That is, somewhere in the Uinta Mountains, I think. Food for thought.