Sure I’ve done my fair share of writing about the state of the #3 bus route on Main Street.  Sure I’ve ranted and raved,  I’ve stomped my feet in tangents of tangents.  I’ve bitched and I’ve moaned, but through it all I’ve managed to take a deep breath and just walk instead.

But, you know, when I see the following at 11am on a Sunday, it all has a way of rushing back in a hell-storm of anger and frustration.

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