Grandma Sycamore

Do you mean like the bread, you ask? Well, sort of. They're both locally made, are soft and squishy, and bring to mind scenes of fireplaces, cozy kitchens, warm smiles, and...(deep sigh)...you get the point. That's what I picture every time Grandma Sycamore gets on the bus.

Grandma Sycamore defines homemade. I've never seen her without some type of knitted clothing, and on more than once occasion with matching knitted hat, sweater, and even gloves! She even wears knitted clothing in the summer. She is also a model of consistency. Everything she does seems deliberate. She is always on time at her stop, always walks at the same speed down the aisle, and always sits in the same seat a couple of rows back on the passenger side of the bus (or nearby if taken). Watching Grandma Sycamore get on the bus is like deja vu every day - except her knitted clothing changes colors from green to pink. She has curly helmet hair, rosy cheeks, and carries a serene smile most of the time. I half-expect her to be carrying a tray of cookies every time she hops up onto the stairs.

There is something about Grandma Sycamore, however, which says "don't mess with this bread." I swear I've seen a little malevolent smile cross her lips occasionally when she spots some of the sketchier characters on the bus. She's warm, but will burn you if necessary.

Mostly, though, Grandma Sycamore brings a cheery and pleasant sense of calm to her fellow passengers. When Grandma Sycamore is on board, everything will be OK - and I'm sure it tastes better too!