I have taken the 147 Outer Drive Express bus over a thousand times in my life. It is one of the fastest ways to get from the North side of Chicago to the Magnificent Mile because it makes fewer stops than other buses. Most of the ride is on Lake Shore Drive. I find it more peaceful than other public transportation rides because you can let your mind drift into the waves in Lake Michigan.
On Friday, J and I decided it was time for us to go on a bus ride together. He was very excited about our planned adventure. I have learned from my experiences with Ry to keep it simple. More specifically to remember, for his three year old world, the bus ride is probably more than enough excitement for him. So my objective was to get us on the bus, to the Disney store, Hershey store, book store, and home. For me, this was a low key journey.
J hopped on my back and we walked to the bus stop. We watched the cars, cabs, and other buses go by until the 147 came. Once inside the bus, J wondered about the people sitting. I pointed out that some people stand. He learned that when people want to stop, they pull the ringer. He recognized Lake Shore Drive and bounced his body through the bus till we got off near the Disney Store.
He kept saying, “I don’t know what to choose DaDa. There are so many things in here.” He seemed to get a kick out of pushing buttons that let Mickey and the gang move around and make music. We spent some time deliberating over t-shirts, towels, sippy cups, and movies. We settled on a Mickey Mouse towel for him and a Power Rangers towel for Ry. His selection reminded me that he is not into everything Ry is into. When they are together, it is so hard to distinguish one from the other. But without Ry there, he chose Mickey. It seemed like an appropriate choice for a three year old.
It’s sometimes hard to know what J takes away from a trip like this. For instance, does he think much anything other than the Disney store? In this instance, I’ve got an answer. Since returning from our adventure, J has gotten into the habit of shouting out,” hey dad, there’s a bus!!” on just about every car ride.