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Yesterday afternoon’s ride on the Number 43 bus was like being carried home on a warm current of neighborliness. After the flock that boarded at the main stop downtown had settled in for a couple of blocks, people in the back started chirping about the 43 and how much they loved it. The route runs along a crooked spine of the city, from downtown through the University district and on to the glorious watering holes of Ballard.
It is truly heavenly to walk or bus home from live music.
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