are in some rest area. Thats the Volkswagen of some guy who glued a thousand little
toys all over his car. Toy soldiers. Plastic dinosaurs. Tiny elephants. We stood there and
called out all our favorites. Mostly it looked like the kind of stuff you find in cereal
boxes. I was pointing to a Chewbacca on the hood when the guy came out of the forest,
dusting dirt off his pants. He had long stringy gray hair and looked about seventy years
old. He bustled past us without saying a word. Slammed the door and leaned on the horn
until I got the message. It made a weak sound like hed worn it out all across
America. We watched him pull out of the parking lot, leaning on the horn again when a
family hauling a picnic basket converged on him.
"Maybe its not his car," my brother said.