Bustruck Garden
There is a secret place, somewhere off the far reaches of the green line, where public transportation goes to get away. There, they can forget the troubles of the world and not be worried about the schedules and overcrowding and intoxicated occupants, temporary as they are. Have you ever sat at Wellington Station, waiting on the 112 for what seems like forever, wondering where the bus could actually be? Or sat out in the cold, waiting forever for a shuttle at Lechmere? Then you, my friend, even though you didn’t know it, have experienced the magic of the Bustruck Garden.