So Close Yet So Far

A bus stop right on the edge of the heart of town and another town entirely. The typical bus booth but with no glass enclosures and graffiti located on and around the benches. After carefully inspecting the surrounding area I made my way across the street to where I would play detective for the next sixty minutes. Carefully taking my seat in front of the Roosevelt Village I noticed something very peculiar. Benches; there were none to sit on. It is not that they were all occupied either, but missing in action. All that remained were they posts where they once were attached to. It was a bright sunny morning; just before midday; warm with a relaxing cool breeze that loosened my body up to an extent. Next to the bus stop was a local parking lot without any cars. Foreshadowing that any type of life traveling by bus was either to be a pedestrian or to young to drive. I was lucky enough to have gotten my hands on an outdated bus schedule, which should not have effected what I was expecting. Buses with routes to a local mall, Woodbridge Center Mall, PerthAmboy, and Elizabeth. All are neighboring cities from around our county. .
             Traffic foreshadowed a busy little workday. Tractor trailers and delivery trucks making their way through town like no tomorrow. Factories surround an entire side of Chrome. A total count of five Carteret squad cars passed by my scene of crime, but only stopped once to interrupt a bit of loitering. Once considered the gloss of town, Chrome has lost that respect to drugs, violence, and culture which passes through town each and every day thanks to the courtesy of buses. While collecting data I was sure to document each and every race, class, gender, and age that passed along those lines of the bus service. A sum of three times, ambulances where accounted for. Recorded were thirty-eight people, who entered or exited off a bus consisting of four races, both race, and varied from young to old.