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USA250 Journal Project
Personal Chronicle: July 4, 2025 – July 5, 2026
A gift for reflection. A record of now. A story for what’s next.
Who Am I? “I’m Marcus Dean—father of three, proud Baltimore bus driver, and the man you hear singing when the city’s still waking up. I believe in getting people where they need to go, with a little bit of music and a whole lot of heart.”
How did I get here? “I started out sweeping floors at the depot. Worked my way up one shift at a time. Didn’t plan on becoming the ‘singing bus driver’—just started humming one morning and never stopped. These days, I drive my route like it’s a rhythm, watch over the kids like they’re my own, and carry my mama’s voice with me on every stop.”
Date: July 10, 2025
Entry Title: The Echo of My Own Voice
I wasn’t sure what to expect from this. I talk to people all day on my route. Tell jokes, play music, sing to the back row when traffic’s bad. But writing to myself? That felt… quieter.
This week I wrote about the silence after my last stop. The moment the bus is empty and the city’s still buzzing outside but I’m finally alone.
I didn’t expect to feel seen by what I wrote. Like it was reflecting something back I don’t always admit—that I carry a lot. The weight of folks’ moods. The job. The memories that sneak in when the engine’s humming low.
I felt most like myself when I wrote about my kids. The way my youngest laughs like his mama. The way I want to protect them from a world that doesn’t always show up.
I think the story I’m starting to tell is one of a man who sings not to be heard, but to hold something sacred.
Maybe that’s what this journal is. My echo—coming home.
