CB radio on the dashboard. (Photo: ^ Missi ^/flickr)
Taking Care ©2018 R.D. Girvan
I could see him out there, hovering. Ostensibly sweeping his driveway, my neighbour Louis was waiting for me to notice him. I walked through the pantry and opened the overhead garage door to coax him closer.
While worth it, being friends with Louis did take a bit of getting used to. He had spent his life long-distance trucking, and had never been home long enough to interact deeply with others. No social media was there to create a portable network of buddies; most of his conversations had been punctuated by “breaker, breaker.” He had come of age seeing the world through the virtual bubble of his cab as if in amber. He meshed with the families our young bedroom community about as well as a black-and-white photo would sync with streaming video.
Hello, Gang of Glorious Readers (both of you! haha), Rhea here.
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Best always, RDG