The Improvised Bus Ride

Although he was curious by nature, Jules interacted with his neighborhood using extreme caution, carrying around his dad’s stubborn mistrust of people. He didn’t own a bike, nor did he want to join in the street games of football, basketball or wiffle ball, so he kept to the maze of hidden passageways throughout the neighborhood, the stretches of woods between rows of houses, the gaps between fence lines, the railroad tracks, or the concrete drainage ditch that spilled into a brown, winding stea...