News From Poughkeepsie – Day 145

Road trip..on a miniature sleigh, with eight tiny reindeer

“I don’t normally pick up hitchhikers, the fat man in the sleigh said. “But you look like you need hand.” His reindeer looked restless, eager to be on their way. The fat man, however, looked like he had all the time in the world.

“This can’t be real,” I said. “I stopped believing in you years ago.”

“I don’t take it personally,” said the fat man. “Come on in. Where you headed?”

“Silver City, Utah” I mumbled as I climbed into the lollypop-red sleigh. The fat man moved over a gargantuan bag, and cleared as much space as he could. This could not be real. But I could feel the sleigh as I sat down, I could smell the reindeer. It could not be real, but it had to be.

“You’re a long way from home,” the fat man said. I shrugged and nodded. “Luckily, it’s on the list. Hope you don’t mind me making a few stops first…”