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#63

 
For some reason I don't even need to understand, my life keeps bumping into this number. I don't bother trying to explain it, it just happens... repeatedly... over and over and over again. Long, long ago, I succumbed to the pressure and officially adopted 63 as my favorite number. We have an understanding, 63 and I.

I first noticed it when I became a school bus driver in Pennsylvania in October of 1977. I was assigned to drive
bus #63. That by itself wouldn't have raise any notice, except that my P.O. box was #463, and my gym locker at the pool was #163. That's where it all started.

When I moved to Western MA in 1982 and I went to get a new P.O. box, #463 had just become available a few days earlier. I am continually getting raffle tickets and other numbered stubs with a 63 in the number: in fact, I've got one that's #463463 and another that's #6363! I found someone's handicapped parking permit a few years back: sure enough, it had a 63 in it. A work order from the business next door drifts onto my lawn --- the only one ever --- had a big 63 in it. Someone gives me one of those tear off ticket thingies on a gift: #638553.

While I'm driving, and some car is either dogging my tail or driving slow in front of me, way more than half the time it's got a 63 in it's license plate number (especially near
intersections, for some unknown reason). And if I'm driving along and just happen to glance at a license plate going by, nearly all the time it's a "63 car". Unconsciously, my eye is just drawn to them.

One time, when I was having an extremely hard day, I got on the highway and the car in front of me was a 63 car, and I could see that the car on my right was also a 63 car. A moment later, the car on my left slowly (of course) passed me and it was a 63 car, too. And then, the car behind me slowly (again, of course) pulled around me, and it turned out to be a 63 car, as well! I was completely surrounded by 63's on the highway! It was somehow very soothing. And I've never forgotten it.

So in 1998 when I attended an organizational meeting and joined River Valley Market (now River Valley Co-op), Northampton's then just-beginning-to-get-organized food cooperative, it came as absolutely no surprise to me that I became RVM member #63!

When my lovely wife and I first got together, she lived in Beverly MA just off of Route 62. Since I was driving so often on a route number that was so close to "my" number and since my bride-to-be is a scientist, I decided to do a scientific experiment. Theoretically, #62 and #63 ought to show up with about the same frequency, so I decided to keep a count of those two numbers appearances, including all the times I drove to visit my lovely wife-to-be, just to purposely skew the results in favor of a number other than 63. Guess what? 63 won hands down. In fact it was more than 2 to 1, even with all the Rte 62 signs!

I wrote a song about my #63 school bus in 1979. I first sang it publicly at our annual bus drivers breakfast that year. They loved it so much they made me sing it again!  It follows a standard blues progression and is called:

             Big Yellow #63

I'm a school bus driver for Van Trans Bus Company.
The bus that I drive is #63.
63 and I, we get along fine
Every weekday morning from 7 to 9.
Then later from 2:40 'til five o'clock p.m.,
That's when you'll see us together again.

CHORUS
      And it's me and Big Yellow #63.
      Hey all you people, that's the bus for me.
      63 and I, we get along fine
      Every weekday morning from 7 to 9.
      Then later from 2:40 'til five o'clock p.m.,
      That's when you'll see us together again. 
            And it's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow # 63.

I drive around Abington picking up the kids.
Then I go on over up to Gwynned.
Next to the Open Door Academy.
Then the bus is empty and I'm home free.

CHORUS
      And it's me and Big Yellow #63.
      Hey all you people, that's the bus for me.
      63 and I, we get along fine
      Every weekday morning from 7 to 9.
      Then later from 2:40 'til five o'clock p.m.,
      That's when you'll see us together again.
            And it's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow #63.

Now the kids on 63, I tell you, they're alright,
Although they smoke and throw snowballs and they won't sit tight.
When I tell them to shape up and get in line
They do what I say; they don't give me a hard time.

CHORUS
      And it's me and Big Yellow #63.
      Hey all you people, that's the bus for me.
      63 and I, we get along fine
      Every weekday morning from 7 to 9.
      Then later at 2:40 'til five o'clock p.m.,
      That's when you'll see us together again.
            And it's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow #63.

   [hot and oily, on-the-road, electric guitar or baritone sax solo for a verse and chorus] 

Now 63's no hot rod race car, I know, 
But some other bus drivers they sure go slow.
The other day behind one going up a hill
We were going so slow it felt like standing still!

CHORUS
      And it's me and Big Yellow #63.
      Hey all you people, that's the bus for me.
      63 and I, we get along fine
      Every weekday morning from 7 to 9.
      Then later from 2:40 'til five o'clock p.m.,
      That's when you'll see us together again.
            And it's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow,
            It's me and Big Yellow #63.

 

"Big Yellow #63" music and lyrics ©2008 TREVOR

 

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