Stranger Along Route 66

bright blue sky with cotton ball clouds guides my road trip Armed with tapes of folk songs from the seventies I am uplifted by the scenery and Mama Cass. Montana land is greening on all sides, proof of April showers Songs are bursting out of my heart I am out-singing the professionals! Many discouraged me from taking this trip; I felt an obsessive need; no idea where it originated. Stranger along the highway waves as I fly past him. I actually slow down and give him a human wave. I am feeling charitable and generous. Should I give him a ride? Maybe. I look back. What was his reaction? He looks resigned. Maybe he needs some uplifting. And I could use company. I slam on my brakes and he comes running forward. He leans in. “Peter Paul and Mary!” He exclaims. My kind of guy. The day just got better.