The day I moved to Milwaukee in 1983, I boarded a No. 20 bus where Muskego Avenue meets 16th Street and Greenfield Avenue and rode to Radio Doctors to buy a dub album by the great reggae engineer Scientist. (I hopped off the bus, crossed against the light and was welcomed in true Milwaukee style with a jaywalking violation from an MPD officer!)

A 17-year-old native New Yorker, I saw no reason to own a car. So, until my parents convinced me that life in Milwaukee would be better with wheels -- sadly, they were right -- I was an inveterate bus rider and walker. I'd walk Downtown across the 16th Street viaduct on a regular basis. But my main wheels were the ones on the No. 20 bus, which took me up 16th Street, across the viaduct to Wisconsin Avenue, where it turned to head east. It terminated on Cass Street, just south of Wisconsin.

It was on the No. 20 bus that I met Mike Layton, my first Milwaukee friend, and my entre into the local music scene. It was running for the No. 20 bus that I lost and had to retrieve my  black and white Puma sneaker (laced, Brooklyn style, without being tied) after storming out and quitting the hell that was working for Mr. Bravi (ironically named, if you ask me) at the Woolworth's Downtown. It was the No. 20 that I rushed to catch before service shut down for the night. The No. 20 took me halfway to school when I went to UWM.

The No. 20, which back then had a different route -- it went straight up 16th Street instead of turning at Wisconsin Avenue -- was the bus my mom rode when she grew up in the same house that we moved to (and where her dad grew up after my great-grandfather bought it in the early 1920s).

So, as I read that the No. 20 route is being targeted for permanent termination, I feel a pang of sadness. But until the city and the county get their acts together regarding mass transit in the area, this is bound to keep happening.