I love public transportation. Yes it’s dirty and unreliable, but the true gems of public transit are the people. Take a boring 30 minute bus ride, throw in a crazy, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for greatness.

Recently, I started cataloguing some of the amazing things I overhear. The phrase below was probably repeated no less than 50 times within the span of 15 minutes. You can expect more of this series in the near future.

This is fun already, isn’t it?

It happens every time I visit.

We spent an exceptionally short weekend in Kansas to celebrate my 10 year high school reunion and spend time with my mom and youngest brother.

In a little over 36 hours, we made time for a barbecue picnic with classmates, playing tetherball with my cousins’ adorable kids, riding in my hometown’s annual Memorial weekend alumni parade, and attending the Alumni Dance at the Country Club (which somehow caught fire).

Our class, who was better known for socializing rather than organizing, was in charge of the annual alumni dance this year. As one of my classmates honestly commented, “Only the class of 2002 can have the country club catch on fire at our class reunion! In charge of dance? Check. In charge of building and safety? Epic fail.”

Here’s a recap of the weekend in images.

Images in order: Waiting on BART, two kinds of feet on the deck, my mom swinging with one of my cousin’s twin boys, Vince playing tetherball with my cousin’s children, Kai shaking, more feet on the deck, my dad’s First Day of School diploma, my grandmother (my dad’s mother), feet in Omaha.

As a side note, you’re seeing lots of feet because I’ll be starting a new series of feet portraits cataloguing places my feet see and other feet they see.