4 min read by Ellen Courtney One way to see how the other half lives is to ride the bus.  A few years back, I was a regular commuter on Sun Tran, and I’ve traveled back and forth to El Paso on the “dog” (the Greyhound) a number of times in the past couple of years.  I confess that my earliest experiences as a bus rider were sometimes uncomfortable, not because of the seats, but because my fellow passengers seemed strange to me.  They looked and acted and talked differently, and sometimes their behavior seemed odd and disrespectful of boundaries.  For instance, it’s