Thursday, June 2, 2011

Bad Luck and Hard Times on the Menu at a Bus Terminal in West Virginia




This article in The New York Times resonated with me, as someone who writes about West Virginia and who was a Greyhound ticket agent/baggage handler in New York state's so-called rust belt

Bad Luck and Hard Times on the Menu at a Bus Terminal in West Virginia

by Sabrina Tavernise

WEIRTON, W.Va. — The bus terminal in this old mill town used to be for people who were going places. Greyhound would take them to nearby Pittsburgh and Cleveland and other cities where the steel industry was booming. These days it is a diner where no one goes anywhere and regulars sit for hours smoking cigarettes, playing slot machines and talking about sports. it still has the same name, Bus Terminal, and a painted map with a clock for each time zone. But the promise of travel has long faded and the faces here remain the same, a cast of characters who fill the hours with verbal boxing.

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