. . . as I drove by.
Fortunately, I was at a red light.
And fortunately my camera was on the seat beside me.
I'm not sure why I loved seeing this flashy red car so much.
Perhaps because in a story I wrote a while back, a young woman sees a convertible in a used car lot as she is passing and her decision to buy the car changes her life.
I'm happy with my life so I didn't stop. But perhaps, in some alternate reality, I did. Perhaps I had no obligations, no family, no pets -- just a little bit of savings.
Perhaps I bought the red car and set out on a cross country- adventure. . . to see places I've never seen.
I think I'd start by heading for The Great River Road and follow the Mississippi from Minnesota to Louisiana . . .
If I were going . . . where should I go? I wouldn't want interstate highways and big tourist attractions. I'd want small towns and unsung oddities, places that haven't quite caught up to modern times.
It's my alternative reality so the car runs perfectly and people everywhere are friendly.
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Yes, I would love to know more about that trip in "alternative reality" of yours. Of course I've got my own! Lovely capture!
Alright, when should I come over?
Can I come? I'll bring snacks. We can stop in every scenic location and use that camera to take beautiful pictures.
Vicki, I often imagine journeys, supplying as many details as possible, on the rare occasions when I have trouble falling asleep. It works perfectly every time. No matter what my imagined destination might be, I end up in the Land of Nod.
It has been a great pleasure to have a catch up this Sunday evening of your recent posts. Perhaps autumn will see me being more attentive to bogland. I know I miss seeing what you've been writing and the beautiful pictures from the mountains. xo
I think that's a 59 Pontiac. Cars were distinctive back then and the design changed yearly. I soon lost track.
You brought back a memory of "BLUE HIGHWAYS" by William Least-Heat Moon. I got to go back and read it again. What a trip.
Here we go...
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