I Will Be Myself And Not What Others Want Me To Be
Why this group? Shrug. Why not
I was driving through Santa Fe tonight, listening to the usual cacophony of car horns. (People will hold the door for you, here, and pick up something you've dropped-but if you interrupt their forward progress in a vehicle, they lay on the horn till you think it's heaven' trumpets announcing the Rapture.)
I got to thinking about Grace.
She told me this story.
She was on her way to the store, and her route required her to make a left turn out of her apartment complex onto a four-lane highway.
She waited and waited. Traffic was thick and Grace was not an immortal youngster anymore.
Another car pulled up behind her and within 30 seconds, he was holding down the horn button with both hands.
After a minute or two of that, Grace put her car into park, took the keys and walked back to his driver's window. He looked at her and she smiled, making the circular hand gesture that means 'roll down your window.'
He did.
Grace said, 'We have a problem here. What do you say to this?' She held out her keys. 'You go up and pull my car into traffic, and I'll sit back here and honk the horn for you.'
I was driving through Santa Fe tonight, listening to the usual cacophony of car horns. (People will hold the door for you, here, and pick up something you've dropped-but if you interrupt their forward progress in a vehicle, they lay on the horn till you think it's heaven' trumpets announcing the Rapture.)
I got to thinking about Grace.
She told me this story.
She was on her way to the store, and her route required her to make a left turn out of her apartment complex onto a four-lane highway.
She waited and waited. Traffic was thick and Grace was not an immortal youngster anymore.
Another car pulled up behind her and within 30 seconds, he was holding down the horn button with both hands.
After a minute or two of that, Grace put her car into park, took the keys and walked back to his driver's window. He looked at her and she smiled, making the circular hand gesture that means 'roll down your window.'
He did.
Grace said, 'We have a problem here. What do you say to this?' She held out her keys. 'You go up and pull my car into traffic, and I'll sit back here and honk the horn for you.'
