Driving is not my strong suit.
And I have many theories about why this is so. But let’s start with the obvious one.
It’s boring.
And when it’s not — well, it’s mesmerizing.
And neither, in my case, make for the level of concentration necessary to drive efficiently and effectively — by most people’s standards, that is.
Yesterday I was driving mesmerized. Through the lake country roads from Mille Lacs back to Minneapolis.
It was green. Oh so gre-eeeen —
It was blue. Oh so blu-ooooh.
And then —
It was pink.
A pink shape on the horizon just after I read the sign:
Quamba pop. 98
And just after I thought:
Wow, less people than on two floors of the office building I drive to every weekday. And they have a sign. Hmmmm. Wonder who runs this town?
And then —
Out of the blue (and green) — a reply.
The pink shape.
A woman in a frock — definitely a farm dress. And stockings. Sensible shoes. Patiently perched on the side of the road. Waiting to cross to the neighboring farm.
A Sunday morning summit?
I’m so there.
JULIE ANN STEVENS 