{"id":9329,"date":"2011-10-30T06:30:52","date_gmt":"2011-10-29T17:30:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=9329"},"modified":"2011-10-28T09:36:16","modified_gmt":"2011-10-27T20:36:16","slug":"a-peek-inside-tales-for-canterbury-the-bus-to-nostalgia-by-ripley-patton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/10\/30\/a-peek-inside-tales-for-canterbury-the-bus-to-nostalgia-by-ripley-patton\/","title":{"rendered":"A Peek Inside Tales for Canterbury: “The Bus To Nostalgia” by Ripley Patton"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>It’s been a wee while now since we had a \u201cpeek inside\u201d the\u00a0 Tales for Canterbury<\/strong><\/a> anthology, put together by Cassie Hart<\/strong><\/a> and Anna Caro<\/strong><\/a> to raise funds for Christchurch\u2019s earthquake recovery. The last story I featured was Neil Gaiman’s<\/a> Inventing Aladdin<\/strong><\/em>, featured here<\/a>. This was also the first story I’ve peeked at from the “Survival” section of the anthology, which is divided into three parts: Survival * Hope * Future.<\/p>\n

Today I thought I’d bring you the first peek inside a story from Future—the very last story in the book in fact, which is Ripley Patton’s<\/a> The Bus To Nostalgia<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n

The Bus to Nostalgia<\/h2>\n

by Ripley Patton<\/h3>\n

When Grandpa Rory\u2019s bus was two hours late, I began to worry. \ue013ere
\nwere lots of folks in line at the information counter wanting to know
\nwhere their spouses and girlfriends, aunts and cousins were.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThe bus broke down,\u201d the clerk said. \u201cWe had to send out another one.
\nShould be in soon, though. Look for number 57.\u201d
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

So, we all wandered away to wait some more in our plastic seats, resignedly
\nscanning each new bus\u2019s number. There was some camaraderie
\nin that. Some comfort that most everyone was missing someone, and we\u2019d
\nsometimes catch one another\u2019s eye, and smile and shrug.<\/em><\/p>\n

After an hour or so, bus number 57 rolled up, opened its accordion
\nmouth, and expelled its travel-weary cargo. I was more patient than most.
\nGrandpa had been living between his four children\u2019s homes for two years
\nnow, so our greetings were pretty much old hat. I let the families and
\nyoung lovers go first, and just watched over their heads for Grandpa Rory.
\nHe liked to sit in the back, and hated a crowd, so I wasn\u2019t surprised not to
\nsee him first thing.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

The bus driver unloaded the luggage from under the bus and folks
\ngrabbed it up, hugging and kissing their loved ones on the way to their
\ncars. The dust settled, and I could see there wasn\u2019t a soul left on that bus.
\nIt was empty as the day is long, but there, where the stacks of luggage had
\nbeen, was Grandpa Rory\u2019s old leather baseball satchel with his favourite
\nbrown cap perched on top.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

The bus driver must have seen me staring, \u2019cause he walked right up
\nand asked, \u201cYou waitin\u2019 for an older fella?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

…<\/em><\/p>\n

Keen to find out what’s become of Grandpa Rory? Want to support the Canterbury earthquake recovery effort? You can do both by heading over to Random Static,<\/strong> and purchasing Tales for Canterbury<\/strong> here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n

And if you want to peek inside some more of the stories, click here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s been a wee while now since we had a \u201cpeek inside\u201d the\u00a0 Tales for Canterbury anthology, put together by Cassie Hart and Anna Caro to raise funds for Christchurch\u2019s earthquake recovery. The last story I featured was Neil Gaiman’s Inventing Aladdin, featured here. This was also the first story I’ve peeked at from the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9329","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tales-for-canterbury"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9329","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9329"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9329\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9365,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9329\/revisions\/9365"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}