Seven for much of the hour with four coming later. Beautiful day. Beautiful smiles. The driver of a tractor-trailer gave us a cheery air horn greeting. A mom lowered the back passenger window so her small child could give us her regular happy waving peace sign. Today she held up a tiny green and red toy as well; showing us her treasure or pointing us out to her marvelous 'friend'. We speculate what creature it was. I was reminded of my grandson's knitted red & green parrot finger puppet.
Between the truck horn and the young friend two young men walked past us, I turned to smile and greet them and the one closest announced "Support the troops!" while pulling back the left side of his plaid sport shirt to reveal an elaborate tattoo in Arabic. I say, we do: have no wars! Others say bring them home. We speculate on the meaning of the tattoo. They had the bearing of recent veterans.
Later in the hour a heavy truck rumbled up the road and as it passed a loud crack - as a shot or a firecracker sounded. We were all startled and disturbed. One suggested it was a deliberate back-fire created by the driver. We sniffed the air for the scent of a firecracker. We think of the young veterans and how that explosive sound could impact them. We are glad a vigil friend who is a Viet Nam veteran is away today.
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