I took a Flix bus to Chicago, determined to be there for the Juneteenth opening of the Obama Presidential Center. “You took a what?” friends said, bemused that I did not fly, drive, or even take the train. But I love buses. I love the way everybody shows up prepared, arms stuffed with their own pillows, blankets, snacks, and books. I love that there is no snobbish sorting into pricey, spacious elite seats and seats for the rest of us.