Best of the Dao of Doug 4 - A Case For Free Public Transit

As I drive my bus past the humanity walking by, I point out to visitors on board my bus how we spot tourists instantly. They are curious as to how I know they are not residents of our city when I pick them up. True, the ability to read others becomes fine tuned within our senses as the years add up behind the wheel, but it can also be much simpler. We key in on what you are wearing.

If an entire family is wearing brand new hoodies and sweat tops with Alcatraz images, it is obvious the ferry ride over to the famous prison island caught them unawares of how cold our sea breeze hits the skin. Especially true when traveling the rails of a boat over the bay or waiting for a bus on a hill.

The current gold rush becomes apparent. The gold is not in the hills at Sutter's Mill. The gold is found by selling hoodies and sweat shirts to tourists at Fisherman's Wharf; or out of a blanket atop Twin Peaks. It can even be mined from a handbag held side saddle with a wide open top or side pocket!