Time Capsule #2: Boston to White River Junction on Vermont Transit

There were never more than four or five passengers on those midnight runs, most of us students who'd flown to Logan, returning from distant summer, Christmas, or spring breaks.

There were no phones, no music players, just little spotlights on trashy paperbacks or Rolling Stone, readings we put down when the joint was passed our way.

The Boston Bus Station downtown could be a strange place in the middle of the night.

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