by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 20, 2024 | Memories
You would think I was destined to earn a living by driving. First school buses. And then in college, I drove the campus van into town and back on weekends, carting the few students who didn’t have access to a car. The van was smaller than the school bus, but it had a... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Oct 9, 2024 | Memories
We school bus drivers were in a league of our own. Literally. Other students at Jesse O. Sanderson High School joined clubs and teams: the debate team, the drama club, the chess club. And then there were the cliques: the jocks, the freaks, the cheerleaders. If you... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 25, 2024 | Memories
“You’re taking the turn too wide,” David Presser shouted, rising up out of his seat and leaning over me. For a minute, I thought he was going to grab the steering wheel. I was turning right onto Wake Forest Road from Six Forks, there by the K-Mart, on my way to Ligon... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 11, 2024 | Family
“Ease off the clutch.” My father spoke calmly from the passenger seat, but I was nervous. We were on a steep incline and there was a car behind me, a teenage boy in a muscle car. I could see him in the rearview mirror gesturing angrily. The light was green, I was... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 28, 2024 | Memories
Loretta Humphrey opened the door to the school bus. She held one high-heeled foot on the brake and the other on the clutch as she leaned out over her seat to push the door crank with her right hand. Loretta Humphrey was tiny. Her bell-bottom jeans swooped down over...
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