Now, why didn't I think of that?

I never thought about giving my riders gifts for Christmas. I whole-heartedly say they're the bus riders in the world, and I should have thought about "Tis the Season" and "Ho, Ho, Ho," and "All I Want For Christmas is something small and eatable from the bus driver, but I didn't get anything, and now I'm in a rotten mood!" Yep, I should have thought about it!

Heather didn't forget about Christmas giving. You can read her story "Sentimental," just like I did, at her blog "Ravings of a Mad Bus Driver." And after I read it, I thought, "Holy Cow! Why didn't I ever think about that?"

Next year guys, I will!

Merry Christmas!

My new Ebook -- "Never Trust a Goat"

Just in case you happen to get a Kindle or Sony Reader this Christmas and need something to put on it, why don't you try my new Ebook "Never Trust a Goat." It's 23 humorous essays from my weekly column, and it only costs $1.50 to download. There's even a bus driving story in it.

All proceeds go to helping me build a better goat pen!

My Favorite Place

I get to this house at 6:55 every morning, just as the sun is peaking up over the horizon. It's my favorite spot on my route.

This isn't the biggest house on my route, it's not the fanciest, but the glow of the shaded lamps inside, coupled with the breaking dawn, make it more inviting than any other. It's almost like they have a roaring fire inside, and a cup of coffee on the table just waiting for someone to drop in for a visit.

Bus 6 to 22, back to 6, and then 24, and hopefully, back to 6!

Okay, so Bus No. 6 was down and out and I had to drive Bus 22 for awhile. No problem, but it had this weird clanging noise coming from the engine compartment. Didn't bother ME, but everybody was asking, "What's wrong with No. 22?" and Eduardo the Transportation Guy told them, "Farr's driving it."

Ha, ha, ha and funny, funny, now let's move on.

Got Bus No. 6 back yesterday and found out No. 22's water something or other went out (pump? I don't know), but luckily I was no longer driving it. (It wasn't my fault, honest!)

Well, it was a cold morning this morning, I got to Bus No. 6 with just minutes to spare -- and it wouldn't start. So, I had to take the infamous, Bus No. 24.

It's called Bus No. 24 because that's its top speed -- 24. And since I had NO idea how to turn on the heater, that was the temperature inside for the whole one-hour route -- 24!

Please, can someone make Christmas break come a little quicker?