Sweet Little Lies

We’re driving Guy’s Rivian from Hood River to San Luis Obispo to pick up Tavish for the summer. The only Electrify America charger we had to use was in the parking lot of a Safeway in Anderson, California. Guy got the charger working on the third try and we shared a sigh of relief.

“That wasn’t too bad,” understated Guy.

He stood in the sunshine admiring the working charger and I put my feet on his dashboard and started a NY Times crossword puzzle. Pepper peed around the charger a little, then nestled in adjacently. A silver KIA Niro pulled up beside us, jammed with skateboards and suitcases, with a dog in the backseat and a shiny blue cruiser bike on the roof. The bike sported a pink bell and a parrot on its handlebars.

A grey-haired man wearing a “Mama Tried” t-shirt and flip-flops emerged. He patted the hood…