
I’m trailing behind a late model Chevy SUV in the left lane.
It’s twenty minutes in front of the morning rush hour on I-95 S. Traffic is light, I’m cruising at 15 over the limit.
Morning news is spewing Hamburg, Trump, Putin, G-20, protesters, North Korea missile launch, sanctions, UN. Sickening. I turn the dial to 70’s on 7 and turn the volume down.
Chevy won’t give way to the center lane.
Mind shifts to yesterday. Shouldn’t have said that. Could have done that. Not moving fast enough on that. Annoyed with that. Behind on that. Need to press harder on that. Anxious about that.
Chevy is white, I mean like Snow White, not a spec of dirt. I catch the vanity plate. I stare at the plate. I’m overcome with gratitude.
Two men going to work.
Two men sitting in their car and replaying yesterday, today, 10 years ago, 20 years ago. One swimming in nonsense, the other in horror.
I gently ease off the accelerator, he widens the gap until he disappears and I turn off onto the I-287 ramp.
I get to the office. I can’t find a replica of the plate online but the image below is close enough.
Peace Friend. Peace.
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