This goes back to my first year in college and concerns my brother Mark. It was an astounding realization at the time, but, like everything, a learning experience. I preference this by explaining that Mark was one of the toughest persons I have ever known and I absolutely loved him.
It was a Sunday and the park was empty. Mark and I wanted to look at the bus to see what condition it was in. It was parked out beyond the outfield fence. We walked around the field and saw that the bus door was standing wide open. We checked out the exterior of the bus briefly and then entered the bus. I sat in the bus driver's seat and started studying the gauges and playing with the various controls. It had the old lever that opened and closed the door and I proceeded to play with it.