Pineapple Sweet Cake on the 62
Last Wednesday, a family of loud white Louisianans wearing "Washington, D.C." sweatshirts underneath clear plastic ponchos waddled out of the drizzle at Sherman Circle and up the steps of the 62 bus.
The group seemed unaware of the Unwritten Rule of the 62: No talking. (I've ridden the 62 at least a hundred times over the [...]




