Early one morning I followed the blinking, grinding, lumbering school bus on its routine route to pick up students. Always the consummate people-watcher, I studied the colorful collection of gangly, boisterous pre-teens waiting at each stop. Then I saw her - the girl standing alone. She was me, fifty years ago.
My view of the rite of passage called Riding The School Bus has never involved an iPad or its predecessors. The (limited, but memorable!) experiences I did have on the bus -- on school field trips, back and forth to day camp, etc. -- did not involve a single screen or button. To totally date myself, the bus was decidedly a No WalkMan Zone.