If I'm open to it, and tapped in, I can learn something about this neighborhood or its inhabitants even in the six-minute walk to the bus stop, like the one on St. Paul and 27th, where I often wait. I passed by this stop one late night walk home alone a couple of years ago, after observing, for a few blocks, a young, bearded white man walking quickly in front of me, picking up trash along the way. At some point, we were walking down opposite sides of the same street, and he started to tell me about where he works, saying I should drop by there sometime. Then he abruptly asked if I ever felt unsafe walking alone at night. "Nope," I replied confidently, eyes open, clutching my keys. I hung back a little bit, waiting to head up the steps to my house.