a master of the three-door transit vehicles, navigating the aisles with the confidence of a seasoned commuter. On the bus, she was a model passenger, often greeting fellow riders before settling into a seat to watch the world go by.
Young recalled how she would watch the window with intense focus. As the bus approached her destination, she would abruptly end whatever social interaction she was having with a stranger, jump down from her seat, and head to the back door.
Her signal to the driver was unmistakable. She would
