People stop and look at the back of my RV. I see them in the parking lot of Waffle House when I am eating breakfast - stopping and sometimes pointing. I like that. I hope I am bringing back some favorite memory. You see, I have become stuck on stickers - oval ones that tell where I have been, round ones that represent my favorite music, square ones that let everyone know what I stand for.
There are the ones that keep the memory of my late husband, Dave, alive to everyone who happens to be behind me at a red light or a stop sign. MAY THE FOUR WINDS BLOW HIM SAFELY HOME!
My stickers proudly proclaim that I am a CHRISTIAN and a DEADHEAD.
And that I RECYCLE.
And that I believe that VIRGINIA IS FOR LOVERS.
Drivers in traffic jams know that I QUESTION AUTHORITY and still believe in FLOWER POWER and that I MISS JERRY; that I like LEVON HELM and VAN MORRISON.
And a reminder that NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST.
I think if you are stuck behind me long enough and you get to read all of my stickers, you get the chance to know me a little - and maybe even like the person you've been stuck behind for a while!
But I can relate to this guy - more than I would like to admit!