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Years ago my wife was listening to a song that Jim White recorded on Ms O’Conner’s porch. My wife asked me about the significance of the author and hence location. We read this story together. It is one of my favorites and yesterday when the first whispers of snow fell outside our window, I read it again for at least the fifth time.

It is the story of a mother and son taking the bus and thus positioning themselves in a coded social space. It is a story of generational aspirations and of petty comparison. The significance of fashion and small change should not be overlooked in a tale such as this.