I'm just a School Bus Cowboy

I've recently "discovered" Lyle Lovett. Bought two of his albums, hum his songs as I drive around town, and have even been inspired to write a song or two in his style.

"I'm Just an Old Guy" is the product of all that inspiration.

I’m just an old guy, nothing new.
I like the old ways, the old songs, and old pickups, too.
I like a woman who grew up watching Lucy and Rick.
I’m just an old guy.

Don’t you see that bouncy blonde
standing over by the bar
in her stilettos, and a skirt so tight
you’d think it was illegal,
sipping on a cocktail
and laughing with her friends?
She’s too young for me,
No, that ain’t what I need.

You can read the rest of this poem/lyric tribute for Lyle Lovett at www.schoobuscowboy.com. It's my new home, and I'm loving it.

See ya' soon.

It's time for a change

I think for everyone there comes a time when you just have to stop doing the things you're doing because maybe you're bored, or feel a need to go in a new direction, and so you do it, throw caution to the wind, hoping that things will turn out all peachy keen.

A risk, yes, but also a new challenge.

I'm heading over to my new website www.schoolbuscowboy.com.

Same writing, same humor, same old me, but just with a different focus.

First off, I'm a teacher. To make a bit more money I drive a school bus. It's not a bad gig. I'm out in the country, the kids are great, and the sunrises are even better.

Several years ago I started this site, www.busno6.com. Some of my riders read it. Administrators enjoyed it. I also had www.stinkycreektexas.com which eventually morphed into www.tracyfarr.net.

I'm hoping to combine all the best attributes of each site into one: www.schoolbuscowboy.com.

We shall see how it works.

I hope you'll join me. If not, I don't blame you.

Smile for the birdie

So there I was, sitting in the driver's seat before my morning route, waiting for the heater to warm up, when all of a sudden something hit me in the back of the head -- and then it fluttered in front of my face.

At first I thought, "Boy that's a big bug," but when it perched on my dashboard I saw it was a little bird.

"No how did YOU get on this bus?" I thought to myself. "And do you have a note saying you can ride today?"

Of course he didn't, so I opened up the door and the driver-side window hoping the little critter would make a quick exit so I could start my route -- and the little bugger flew to the back of the bus.

I could tell he was a new rider because it sat itself on the back of the seat. All my regular riders know NEVER to sit on the back of the seat. They sit IN the seat!

Anyways, I walked to the back of the bus, the bird flew to the front, and right out the window.

I'm mostly upset about one thing: Our transportation supervisor didn't give me any paperwork on this new rider.

I guess I'll have to talk to him about that on Tuesday!

I'm Cold

Sometimes when I'm driving my school bus, an idea for a poem just pops in my head. Since I'm driving, I can't just pull out a notebook and write it down, so I keep it up there in my little noggin, repeating it over and over again, until I get back to the school.

If they're long poems, I usually forget the best parts, then get mad because it would have been the best poem in the world if only I could have committed it to paper. The short ones I usually remember in full.

This poem is a short one. It's called:

I'm Cold

By Tracy Farr

My feet are cold, my ears are cold,
My elbows, knees and nose are froze.
To sneeze would really not be nice.
I'd shatter into chunks of ice.

Bus No. 6 is back in action

That's right! After five months in the shop, Bus No. 6 is back hauling kids on the back roads, and I couldn't be happier!

No, Bus No. 6 isn't the prettiest bus in the fleet. Nor is it the fastest. And it's certainly not the quietest. But Bus No. 6 and I have history. Lots of history.

Remember the times the kids barfed in the back and I had to clean it all up? No? Well, I do.

Remember those cows that dropped turds right in front of the bus just because they could? You would if you had to smell it every day -- and they're still doing it.

Remember that hay tractor that slammed into the front and put us out of action for several months? Aha! I KNEW you'd remember that one.

And who could forget the Lexus that caused this last little bit of shop time?

I know I haven't written much lately about the goings on of this route, but -- and this is going to sound silly -- without Bus No. 6, I really haven't felt like writing much.

But now that it's back -- now that me and my buddy are back in the saddle again -- who knows what will happen.

Stay tuned!

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