Brightened Day For Bus Driver

On page A-4 (6/24/06) I noticed "Nifty, Nifty Ray Pray is Fifty."

I wondered if he was related to a bus driver once several years ago, when he would stop to pick me up. At the time I lived in West Lebanon.

He said, "Boy, am I glad to see you." All he had was a bunch of old grumpy people in Lebanon, and I was all smiles when Larry picked me up on my way to work.

Word got around and all the bus drivers called me Sunshine.

All they are now is precious memories, as it was in the summer of 1964 after my dear Mom went to Heaven, April 1964.

Helen E. Smith

White River Jct.

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