Ah, summer in Tucson, a good time to not be in Tucson. Except, of course, if you want a good deal in a restaurant or want to cruise the streets without traffic jams of students and snowbirds.
So my partner and I hit the road in the Happy Camper off to cooler climes and visited some friends in colorful Colorado. Some of the people we visited I’ve known for 40ish years so we have lots of history. And lots of stories.
We shared stories about the wonderful or sad fates of mutual friends. We could amuse ourselves all day with stories about how naive we were in the good old days. We gained insight from stories that uncovered the truth about something we didn’t really understand at the time. Sharing history with someone is really sharing our stories.
Stories on the road of course include the stories you overhear in a truck stop or at the ranger’s office from complete strangers. They are glimpses into other people’s lives that you will never see again but give you information about the human condition. Like the proud wife who told us that her 70-something year old husband had climbed all 54 of Colorado’s 14,000 foot peaks. Sharing a story with someone is creating a history with them, even if it’s only a few minutes, it’s a tie with each other that can last a lifetime – in our imaginations.