Reflection: View from a Two O'clock Bus
I took a bus from the courthouse to the law school, where I was going to spend a couple of hours doing research for an employment discrimination case. Dressed in a silky blouse and clutching a briefcase, I sat down on Metro’s hard chair. This dusty old bus made me feel nostalgic for immaculately clean buses in Japan, replete with a soft female voice announcing each stop and politely thanking passengers.As soon as I took a window seat, I pulled out a draft of the memorandum on Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which I was supposed to give my boss the next day. I started reviewing it while savoring the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.I was unable to focus, feeling a l
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