Every public transit
system has its share of the local mentally ill
population that rides around, seemingly all day, going nowhere in particular. If they're homeless
, in addition to their illness, it may be for a warm place to spend the day in the winter, or a cool one in the summer.
They'll talk to themselves, other passengers, or even to the bus driver, about nearly anything. One particular individual that BT knows as "Jerry" spent a good 15 minutes on my Windsor Hills bus giving a half-intelligible dissertation on the Atlanta Crackers, the AAA farm team of the old Milwaukee Braves before their move to Atlanta (and subsequent relocation of the Crackers to become the Richmond Braves). Other days he'll just sit on the South Main bus and laugh loudly at anything crossing his mind.
Another Blacksburg Transit observation...