Open Lanes by Mary Morano

Open Lanes by Mary Morano

Author:Mary Morano [Morano, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mary Morano
Published: 2021-05-10T16:00:00+00:00


After a while, and some spoonfuls of delicious homemade pie later, my attitude and embarrassment fades, allowing me to once again relax and enjoy the surroundings. The weather is beautiful, the sun is shining and the trees along the highway are all blooming. Everywhere you look there are signs of new life. It’s kind of hard to stay mad when surrounded by the beauty of nature.

Soon enough we are listening to music and singing along. I laugh as he tells me stories of our childhood from his perspective, and he laughs when I argue with his recollections. Oddly enough while we both remember the details differently, both versions show how strong our friendship used to be. A friendship I’m starting to realize I may miss more than I let myself acknowledge. Secretly, I may be glad that I was forced into this road trip. It looks like I might be getting a friend back because of it.

We get onto the topic of what we thought we would be when we grew up. He tells me how he remembers me wanting to be president of the world, and I shake my head at the memory of me walking around with a crown on my head telling everyone I was going to be the leader of the whole planet. Apparently just being president of the USA wasn’t enough power for me. Maybe he had a point, I was a tiny bit bossy as a kid. I hit him back with the memory of him running around as a child in his chaps and cowboy hat because he wanted to grow up to be a cowboy. He laughs when he tells me he still wishes that was an option. Then he tells me that he planned to stop at a place called Carson City on this road trip. He had found mentions of it when he was doing research, because yes, apparently, he did a lot of research on places to stop. It was supposed to be a town set in the ‘Olden Times,’ his description not mine, where they had cowboy and Indian fights, and other fun stuff to do. Unfortunately for him, it closed something like 30 years ago, and he had been reading up on people’s memories of it. He honestly seemed more upset about this than any rational person would be and I wonder if he isn’t exaggerating about still wishing he could be a cowboy. I’m sure the female population would appreciate him running around in just chaps and a cowboy hat. I know I would.

Our conversation moves from the past to the future with ease, as we talk about what we are studying, and what we want to really be when we grow up. I am honestly surprised to hear his plans, though he doesn’t seem surprised at all to hear mine.

“I think I’m going to enter the draft senior year.” He says shocking me. I knew he was really good, but I didn’t know he was that good.



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