They call it the grey dog. Its Americas endurance test on wheels. Now coming into the eighth hour running fast and smooth towards Arcata on the north California coast. Plenty of time to contemplate the death of My Luminous Friend. To sit still with him as he goes on.
This post is for a chap on the bus in medical trouble.
May the chap on the bus and our Luminous Friend and all beings in all worlds be at peace in their own true home.
Greyhound bus sounds a bit like our British National Express. Only longer journeys.
Norman