If this were Zurich, the buses would be immaculate and on time, and the riders would burst out in spontaneous song and play those real long horns and stuff. Here in the US of A, riding the bus is a sign of economic failure. It's like wearing a scarlet letter, only it doesn't have anything to do with sex. Most of the time, that is. One afternoon--oh, I'll save that story for another blog entry. Here in merka we celebrate success by purchasing great big fat cars with little computers that tell you where you are and driving them all by ourselves. Now that's living!