I live relatively near Lilley Road these days. When I was in elementary school and going to the teeny Catholic School in Elmwood someone had a stop on Lilley Road. I think it was supposed to be the corner of Lilley and Farmington, but she was picked up in front of her house because the driver was nice.
Our driver that year was odd. But he was nice. A little loud at times. And would say wierd things. But, you know, whatever. He was a nice guy. I was either in 7th or 8th grade.
One day, however, he was off. I am not going to try and pretend that he did anything especially wierd before the Lilley Road incident. Because, I was young and that was long ago. But when he had to look for the Lilley Road stop, he got lost. This wasn’t the first few weeks of his route. He had been driving it the better part of a year. Probably more, because I think he drove it the year before. But he got lost. And not just, oh, brain fart, I can’t remember where that was. He was completely and totally lost. We drove all around town that day. He would pull up to people on the side of the road and ask “Where’s Lilley Road?” I am pretty sure we eventually made it to the stop about an hour late. Maybe more. For some reason, the girl was still there waiting. (why didn’t her parents just bring her to school? I’ve often wondered that.)
We got to school. A few of us older kids were called into our principal’s office and questioned about the morning.
We had a different driver. He was gone after that day.
But still, allll these years later. When I drive past Lilley Road. I have to ask the car – empty or not – Where’s Lilley Road?
And that is the story this evening. Thank you for reading.
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