
Title: Deciding to See: The View from Nathan’s Bus
Author: Nathan Vass
Completed: June 2026 (Full list of books)
Overview: After reading The Lines that Make Us years ago, I was excited when I heard another collection of Nathan’s stories were coming out. The physical book was released first and while I was waiting for the ebook to be released, I ended up riding the 7 bus home one night and had Nathan driving. We talked about how excited I was to read his new book and how I’d liked his last set of stories about driving the 7. As I walked back to my seat, another passenger asked, “Did you say he’s written a book?” I let her know about both of them.
This is another telling of his experiences, mostly driving buses that I have ridden often while living in Seattle. The number 7 is a special line with people from all walks of life on it, but not everyone sees what makes this route so wonderful. Admittedly, my first ride on it left me questioning Seattle buses as well, but I started talking to people when I rode it and found the friendliest group of people. They might be on their way to work at Amazon or unhoused and looking for somewhere dry to sit for a while. You never know who will be riding with you but they are often smiling and happy to talk, especially when I rode with my young kid. These stories highlight so much of what makes this route (and much of Seattle) so uniquely great.
Highlights:
- People littered on his bus all the time, and he was tired of it. He drove the E, and I the 7; two routes whose coach interiors you can instantly identify by the sheer amount of wanton filth (I prefer the term ‘neighborhood seasoning’) left by the passengers. He wanted to know how I maintain a positive outlook on people.
“I don’t get it,” he said.
My initial reply was a line you’ve likely heard: if you can’t control it, let it go.
He said, “Yeah, but . . .”
I tried all kinds of things. I told him how littering is a form of asserting control. It may be the only opportunity available to effect change on your environment. I told him how if you feel society has wronged you, you may not feel inclined to follow its rules. I talked about a lack of role models. I talked about how these guys who act entitled by littering and not paying aren’t exactly living luxurious or untroubled lives. Their entitlement comes from a place of frustration different than other forms of the same: they act entitled because they’re not. - as a bus driver, if you need the passengers to act as if they’re well-adjusted and highly functional, you’ll go insane. You can’t expect folks to be reasonable or do things that make sense.
- “That’s amazing!” I declared, without irony. Much has been written about the extremization of language, in the sense that words formerly used to describe things like hurricanes and fear of God are now used to define items like toothpaste and cupcakes. The downside to this is that when something truly astonishing actually occurs, we’re left speechless, having no vocabulary remaining to describe it.
For me that’s not the case. I really do think certain toothpaste is awe-inspiring. I’m so grateful for whoever ingrained this perspective, whatever chemical imbalance, who knows, that exists in me which allows me to be so thankful—and therefore so easily excited—about life’s many offerings. - “I had an arrangement with this guy once when I was doing the 124,” Robert continued. “He asked if he could sleep on the bus and I said yes, and he would get on and go find somewhere to crash, not where everyone wanted to sit, and he would sleep the whole night through. And we did that for about nine months.”
“Oh okay. Long time.”
“And after ten months, he came back and said, ‘Thank you.’ And I said, ‘for what?’ And he said, ‘Well, because you let me sleep, I was able to hold down a job that whole time, and now I finally have an apartment.’” - “If you act tough, they will act tough. We got stuff to lose. But they have nothing to lose. They don’t care about going to jail, they have already been there many times. What could possibly go wrong for them? They don’t have anything.”
“Yeah, it will never work, acting tough. They can always outdo you.” I was repeating his words mainly that I might better remember them; he’d just coalesced a hodgepodge of good instruction into a single succinct sentence, and I wanted to fold it up in my pocket for later. “I like to just make friends, be nice, and forget about it!” - The late Roger Ebert once wrote that it wasn’t the tragic events in films which brought him to tears, but rather the moments of people being enormously good to each other. To see empathy, to see compassion; these are the actions that stop us in our tracks.
- I once spent the better part of an hour chatting with three homeless teens. Among other things, I learned that as a homeless person it often behooves you to pretend your circumstances are more dire than they are. To lie.
Housing and other services get prioritized for those with more extreme hardships, and if you tell them you’re schizophrenic and bipolar, for example, rather than (or better yet: in addition to being) merely thrown out by abusive foster parents, you’re going to get a leg up. If you tell those unwitting tourists the bruises on your leg are from something truly tragic, rather than the stupid fall you just had, it might further convince them you’re in need. It’s a curious position to be in, and one brought on by too many people fighting for the same resources:
You’re lying in order to emphasize the truth - I was traveling alone, late-twenties restless, eager to feel for myself the bewilderment, the joy, the soul-filling melancholy of seeing a thousand things for the first and last time. No other experience more closely approximates early childhood
- I enjoyed that wonderful sensation operators feel when they board a bus they’re not driving: this bus is moving, and I’m not responsible!
- As another passenger once told me, “Kindness is not a right. It’s a privilege. A privilege to receive.”
We don’t do it for brownie points. We just do it, so other people can feel what it’s like to be loved. - Operators know that in our new landscape of all-door boarding, most problem passengers enter the bus by sneaking in through the rear doors. Psychologically this is unsurprising but try convincing policymakers that rear-door boarding exacerbates safety issues.
- We fail so we can learn. Regret is good, because it’s proof we’ve grown. It is the purest evidence of personal progress. I say, own the sensation. Failure comes for all of us, a silent proposition, the universe waiting to see if we’ll bite at the chance to improve ourselves, the chance to exercise grace, mercy, empathy. When people say experience is the best teacher, they’re being euphemistic. They mean failure. We go through our trials so we know just what to say, do (or not do) next time.
- yes, it would actually be cheaper to set him up in a one-bedroom apartment and pay market rates for his rent, instead of what we all chip in for his Three-Step method . . . but ethics are a privilege of those who are doing well. His mandate is to survive, and he prefers sleeping inside to sleeping outside. He prefers hot food to scraps, clean clothes to dirty ones, friendly nurses to angry strangers, being chauffeured to struggling . . . and don’t you?









