![]() ![]() ![]() "When you think about all of the students over the years he's transported not just to school, but to games and tournaments, it's just incredible," May-Port CG Superintendent Michael Bradner says. But he says the total is about 57 years on the job.) (While he started in 1963, he took about three years off in the '70s to work on his house. Technical skills aside, what makes Kville special is the lives he's touched in his nearly non-stop work as a bus driver. Experience has also given him the rural route common sense to know exactly when to pull over and let giant farm machinery pass. While many would see endless corn and soybean fields, he spots tiny landmarks that let him navigate exactly where he's going even in blinding snow. Everything was pure white."īut it helps that Kville knows these roads like the back of his hand. "A storm this spring was so bad I stopped because I couldn't tell where I was. "Those are some of the most memorable times," he says. He's been there to pick up and drop off kids in hailstorms and heat waves and through North Dakota blizzards that wreaked havoc on everyone. Sometimes it's a grind, but he's never taken a sick day. to pick up the kids and take them back home. ![]() (Allan and Mary have two other children Bonnie and Shane). Then he goes back home where he farms with his son, Brett. Rambunctious as they are, Kville notes "they're good kids," and he says most even thank him for the ride. Now, it's their turn to celebrate the man who got them on the road. He calls himself "just a bus driver." But to the people in his school community of May-Port CG, he's so much more - someone who has literally watched as three generations have attended school, graduated and started lives of their own. But in just a day, he's stepping off of it for good, retiring after a lifetime of serving the place he loves. It's been 57 years since Kville first sat behind the wheel of a school bus. It's just another day in the life of school bus driver Allan Kville - day 9,858 to be approximately exact. The next seat over, two first grade girls whisper secrets to each other as their feet, both in tiny Crocs, tap along to the music on the radio. Two fifth grade boys sit behind him talking about the Minnesota Twins and Max Kepler while playing a baseball game on their phones. He looks straight ahead through the haze of the early morning sky, country music coming out of the radio speaker loud enough to compete against the constant rattle of his school bus on the gravel road. ![]()
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