Five of us stood there in the wind at the York City Business and Industrial Park one recent afternoon waiting. Ten minutes, 15, 30 minutes passed as some tried to make small talk. Others just stood or sat quietly on their phones or looking off into the distance.
Just waiting and planning.
And by the time the bus connection arrived a good 40 minutes later, I was just headed home after work, but the other four – they were late for work. They were going to get docked for it, too.
There were no email alerts, no updates coming in on the phones that our bus was running late. The cause: traffic in Manchester Township.
I’ve thought that I’ve had a pretty good idea about what’s going on in York from years as a reporter and editor, now as a marketing and outreach coordinator for Family First Health, and as a person who’s just often found downtown. But in the two months I’ve been riding the bus, I’ve come to see there’s a huge section of this town that we don’t notice – maybe because we’re looking ahead as we drive by and not at those just stuck waiting at each bus stop along the way.