School Buses? Hahahahahaha!
It's EZ to see that lots of the aw.o group is late-end boomers! My "school bus" was my OM's 1953 DeSoto Firedome. In the ayem he dropped off my cousin John and me at parochial school, my other cousin Butchie (discipline problem) at the public school, then drove to his shop downtown and dropped off my cousin Patti for the city bus to go the 15 blocks to her parochial high school.
I walked home (10 blocks) for lunch, then back to school, then home again after dismissal. On the way (any direction) it was not unusual to get accosted by thugs-in-training who would beat you up or steal anything you had. My OL always "was sick" and would have me pick up groceries or stuff at the drugstore on the way home. When I arrived home without items "apres mugging" I got a beating. Again. Sometimes I wonder how I survived childhood.
Come 1959 when we moved to the 'burbs (Think "Wonder Years"), I walked 1 mile to parochial school until I was 13 and transferred to public school (OM wouldn't pay tuition anymore in addition to suburban taxes). Our International Harvester school buses had governers on them to prevent speeds higher than 35-40 mph. We lived atop a rather steep hill. Squirrels could usually outrun our buses. Always freezading in the winter, they had ice on the >inside< of the windows.
High school was more of the same. Had to walk to the bottom of the hill to get the bus (Blue Bird) to the regional high school. Never enough seats. Four-mile trip took 1/2 hour because of the governors. It's amazing any of us had time for "education". By then I had become a "hard guy"=no more muggings/beatings. Instead it was guys accosting gals ("free feels" or "trust me" games). And, of course, sneaking smokes. This was a big, big change from Catholic school, let me tell you.
Nowadays I see school buses stopping at driveways 100 ft. apart to pick up kids who are waiting in mom's SUV. Unless mom is driving them the 18 blocks to school, of course. Dismissal reminds you of out-takes from the 1970s movie "Wild In The Streets". Most of these bastar- (um) children, usually empty-out into the public library where they immediately take up spots behind the public computers to look at internet porn or play mindless video games. God help us.
"Bitterman, party of one? Bitterman?"