As I got closer and closer, the notion that I could make it all the way home and then to the gas station in the morning without running out of gas, nearly talked me out of a stop. I had been on the road for two and a half hours and that was just taxiing my kids from one athletic event to another. Tired; I really didn’t want to stop.
“Hey,” I heard a voice. All my attention was on how quickly I could spend fifty bucks. I looked up from the gas meter. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” He shifted the thin grocery bag from one hand to another and smiled.
He looked just about the same as he did in Kindergarten and First Grade when we spent every school day together just taller. “‘Heard you’re doing well,” I began.
“Ya, ‘going to Italy this summer. Last summer was Alaska and the summer before that was…”
I stopped pumping. “Jealous,” I yelled. “Still lobstering?”
“Nah, I go to school year round. There’s no time. Can’t wait to finish school though.”
“I remember that feeling. You get itchy. I know it well.”
We said our goodbyes and both drove away in opposite directions. I wonder if he too was remembering how much fun we had reading and writing together? School still had that brand new feeling. Now he travels the world and continues to learn. How lucky to be young and a world traveler by sea.