I was stepping off the sidewalk to cross the road, and I heard the great roaring purr of its motor.
"Hallelujah, the buses are back!" I rejoiced silently.
I looked up at the bus driver, flashed her a smile, she responded with a friendly nod*, and we both raised our hand and waved at each other at the same time.
*There was little ill-will toward the strikers, who received nods and smiles from their customers. "And nods and smiles were returned," the Citizen said. "A very different strike in 1919"