Top Down Connection
The sun is shining. The sky is blue. The warm wind blows over me in my convertible with the top down. This is my charmed life. Grigio—named after his beautiful shade of silver—has two seats, a tiny trunk, and limited leg room. He’s Italian, and for my season without children to shuttle or mulch to haul, he suits me and my life. As I exit the freeway I see a man standing on the median. The yellow light turns red. I stop. The figure wearing a heavy jacket on a June day is just a few feet from me. I
