The walk down my hometown street was a beautiful one with mature trees and their vast canopy.  I traipsed this route frequently as a young girl, to make use of the transit service in our area.  Typically, my bus treks were direct routes – to downtown appointments or events at our church.  Occasionally, I would undertake a longer journey and I needed to ask for a transfer slip so I could freely move from one bus to another without an extra charge. I remember clinging to that tiny piece of paper – scared that somehow, I might drop it or have it blow away.  I didn’t usually carry any extra…