Because I've waited for the bus at this stop. In the rain. In the snow. In the heat. For over an hour. And because others do, as well, this bench on wheels forms not only a comfortable place to wait for the bus, has a radio and a place for water, but serves as a place to meet, to take one another's picture and turn the coincidental confederacy of those who wait for the 47 into a community.

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