I once had a real bus driver before they placed me on the depriving small bus. We called him "Donny" (I think his last name was "Grant"). He use to be in a choir and he also sang wonderful songs in a seperate trio composed of him and his brothers. Not many people on the bus liked it, but I really didn't mind. He give us candy on various holidays. He was poor as the day is old from what I heard, but he still cared for us more then anything else in the world. His music would normally be garble such as "This is the song that never ends" (...It goes on and on my friend, some person started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll keep on singing it for ever just beacuse....), but you could at any random point in the day hear his true music, hummed under his breath in ways only the gods could describe.