Human Contact on the 101
I had a rare moment of human contact on the 101 yesterday. Traffic was moving slowly to not-at-all in both directions. Buzzards were circling above the freeway. (I am not joking. There really were buzzards circling over the unmoving vehicles.) I was in the far left lane, with my window down, and coming toward me was a woman in a red Jeep, with her window down. We made eye contact. Both of us smiled. A moment later, she said, “Nice car!” I said thank you. We drove on.
It felt good.