“I see Alaska,” Jim said, keeping both hands on the steering wheel even though looking up at the sky.
Augustine laughed. “Well, I see Laurence Olivier as King Lear in that ‘80s PBS movie.”
“And what about that cloud?” Randy asked. “That looks like David after a really bad bowel movement.”
“Hey, that’s not funny!” David said, grunting and giggling.
I howled at that, practically kissing the shoulder of the road. “Hey guys, don’t be too funny, I’ll have an accident.”
We were on our way to see Cher, live in concert, her umpteenth retirement tour. And David sat in the back, miffed at Randy’s comment.
“Oh, David, come on. You know I was fooling with you.”
“And that one over there – Randy, that looks like your face. Before you had the nose job.” And with that, David whooped up, louder than the rest of us. He looked like the image in that tree we’d seen the day before. In the John Muir Woods – you know, that 350 year old sequoia.
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