Radio Flyer Americana

On my recent book tour I relished the respites in rural communities along the way. I have made it a habit to mail my daughters postcards from the different states in which I travel, but I found my very own postcard in Indiana when I saw this Radio Flyer wagon on a porch. The sun was coming up and I was making good time, so I just took a few moments and daydreamed...

I could almost hear the screen door slam, smell the apple pie and feel the sway of the porch swing. I could almost smell the flowers, and hear the laughter of the kids who rode in this wagon. Almost...

Then I thought about who might live in such a quaint home. I thought of how long I'd been standing there gawking. I thought that perhaps an elderly woman was inside at that very moment, dialing the police to complain about a tall, strange man taking pictures of her house.

I thought I'd better get back on the highway.