After a road trip is over there are ghosts from the journey that move through my mind. They are the whispers of people who have crossed my path. People that I will likely not see again.
Though I may have waved goodbye, these ghosts have left a mark, an impression uniquely their own on my life. Perhaps it was imparted wisdom, a good laugh, a kind smile or some… intangible thing that made their presence important.
There are moments when I feel sad that these interactions are so fleeting. But more often I know that part of their romantic flair is because they are transient. You see their best, their finest and they you. What you get is a perfect moment that doesn’t have to bother with fully realized reality.
I met this fine gentleman while in West Virginia in May. Being a fellow motorcyclist made it easy to strike up a conversation.
He had a lyrical drawl that made his stories captivating. The more he talked the more I conjured up this image of his life as a series of swashbuckling adventures. Each fantastical tale was peppered with down-home wisdom, thoughtful reflection and served up with twinkling eyes and a hearty laugh. In the movie of his life, he’d be played by Robert Duvall.
This man is one of my road ghosts. My life was enriched from meeting him along the way. Someone’s time can be the greatest gift in the world.