I am charmed by the view from this rattling bus of how these stores on El Camino Real are discordantly adorned. The city has planted bushes and trees in the margins of asphalt and cement, paint and glass, aluminum and wood. At 9 AM, neon lights have lost their brightness. Makeshift and litter lie in the gray of October. The whole has been washed with muddy water. The bus jerks and sways in its arbitrary way, friendly to every stop, start, bump, and grind.
12 October 1986, Samtrans 7F North