When I smell the fumes of a Greyhound Bus I am instantly jerked back into my haphazard early childhood.
For reasons I do not really know, my grandmother (Nonnie) tried to keep me away from my mother for what ended up being 20 years.
She kidnapped me five times before I was 11 years old. Mom had to hire detectives to find us one more than one occasion.
Anyhow, Nonnie and I always travelled by bus, and I always tried to get in the front on the second level of the Scenic Cruiser.
