The V in Vigilant
Monday dawned overcast and chilly. By the time Vic Braunson got behind the wheel of his city bus, rain lashed the windshield and cold air shrieked through the slightly open window beside the driver’s seat. Visibility was nil, keeping him well below the posted speed limits as he eased the bus along its prescribed route. Other drivers zoomed by, cutting him off at times, driving as if the heavy rain didn’t bother them. More than once he saw some i***t narrowly avoid an accident. Before he’d even managed to complete one circuit of his route, the muscles in his shoulders and back had knotted up and the start of a tension headache tugged behind his eyes. Vic knew this was going to be a long day.
As he slowed in front of the bus stop outside the Shriner’s Temple on Lakeside A
