Yesterday, I was waiting in the cash machine line. Ahead of me was a white Ford truck with a little dent in the bumper. I got a little jolt when I saw the arm reaching out of the Ford's window, then saw the driver's all white hair.
From that angle, truck, arms, and hair, it could have been Mike--except there were no UT stickers on the back window and the white hair wasn't braided in back.
Just for a nanosecond, I wondered if Mike was in Texas?
When I met Mike in 2007, he was driving the same truck. Those trucks were meant to last; he's driving his still, though without MoJo now, his favorite dog ever who died this year.
I was traveling solo, just getting started on a long road trip to Cape Cod, when I took the Hope, Arkansas exit, and went into the train depot-turned visiting center....
The brief sighting of a stranger yesterday took my mind on a whole other trip. I might write some more about that trip today....
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