503 The Blind Man at the Bus Stop

We saw the blind man at the bus stop as the bus was pulling away to the east. We were driving west at 35 mph, so we don't know if he was a bus rider, or just waiting to cross busy North Broadway near Kenny Road.

No one has more respect than I for the parenting abilities of the blind. My grandmother was blind and raised nine children on the farm with no electricity or indoor plumbing. Even so, not even that incredible woman would have attempted to cross a four lane street with a toddler on her back in a child carrier with only a white cane for guidance.