You meanie, @halflokum! My kid had to learn to navigate the bus through the “bad” parts of town - sometimes to make connections to get to/from the CCM area, sometimes after dark. He was SUPPOSED to call me to let me know he wasn’t lying in a pool of blood. The down side was that then I practically had the bus “Lost and Found” on speed dial - twice for his wallet, but the most important one. . . a bag of dance shoes, dance belt and tights he needed for a performance that evening. The people in that office were SO nice.