As 6 or 7 year olds, it was our world. And for a nickle and two pennies we could ride the bus all over Charlotte, getting transfers here and there, all day long.
We didn't do that of course, but we could have. All we had to do was, keep asking for "transfers" and never having to put another nickle in the "machine" next to the bus driver's gear shifter. Also, Mr. McKeever (we knew most of the bus drivers by name) would want to know why we wanted a transfer.
Being sneaky and getting into trouble wasn't easy back then. But, we managed.
-Ed
