Tuesday, November 1, 2011
This almost brings a tear to my eyes. My heart breaks a little every time I pass a U Haul loaded with all of some family's possessions. Moving again. New place. New job. New schools. New friends. Early in the morning with mom or dad at the wheel looking so very sad. So very tired. So very depressed. Maybe this time it will work. Maybe this time will be the last time. I don't think I can take another move. Another place. Another dream that didn't quite work out. The mattress is strapped to the top or sometimes to the back. A memory of better times. Of other beds and of other houses. Of sleeping in on Sunday morning or of making love on Saturday night. I wrote about this a few years ago but I had read a report that the U Haul trucks and trailers rented in Denver were headed to Grand Junction on the west slope for the most part. And, in the reverse, the trucks and trailers rented in Grand Junction were headed to Denver for the most part. Chasing a dream. I worked and lived in Parachute, Colorado during the Oil Shale boom. I worked and lived in Gillette, Wyoming during the oil and coal boom. Many of the people from Parachute showed up in Gillette. Some had come via west Texas in Midland during that boom. Last night on the news they were talking about Williston, North Dakota and how there were too many jobs and not enough workers. I am sure I could head up there and see some familiar faces. Searching for the dream. Looking for the right job. Looking for the right place to settle down and live the rest of your life. You can see the same hopes and dreams if you look closely at the driver of the U Haul truck next time you pass one.
I see this several times a day. Several times a day I see a car following a huge semi on the Interstate Highway. The car paces the speed of the big rig. Never slower. Never faster. Almost like a pilot fish following a shark to eat the leavings of the attack. But this car is not a pilot fish. This car is a regular car with someone inside. Following the semi. Sometimes I wonder if it is the wife of the driver or the lover of the driver. Could be a man or a woman. Same sex? Opposite sex. I sometimes make up stories about unrequited love. A woman who fell in love with a gypsy truck driver. A vagabond who will never stop driving. Never put down roots. A modern day nomad. Or a wife simply checking up on her husband. The cheat. The cad. The cuckold. Shame on him. Or maybe it is a wife who is driving the car so they will have a smaller vehicle at their destination. Much like the people with the very large RV Motor Homes with a car hanging off the back. You can't hang a car off the back of a semi. And you also can't roller skate in a buffalo herd.