Today's picture shows a Greyhound Bus from 1938. I can remember riding the bus as a very small child. My parents would sometimes put me on the Greyhound to go visit my Aunt in San Angelo, which was 45 miles away. It was quiet an adventure to get to travel all by myself when I was that small. Now of course, the bus driver knew me, there were no stops between Eldorado and San Angelo, my Aunt was waiting for me at the Bus Station in Angelo, and the bus driver was watching out for me on the short trip up there . . . but at the time it felt like a real adventure.