I thanked my driver for finding me. This little complex is always confusing if I’m not in the car directing the driver.

Some people are born storytellers. This is not that guy. My guess is that he’s military or some other very dry, analytical, mechanical, requires lubrication career. He’s a doomsday prepper for sure. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask but I didn’t. I didn’t feel prepared for a lecture. Oh lawd, no.

I asked him where he was from originally, and he said Michigan and Ohio. I told him I had lived on Mackinac Island, and he got excited (as excited as deadpan can get) and said he and his family used to visit every year before Memorial Day, before prices would double. Yep. Sounds about right.

I asked him if he has taken any other trips around here, and he said he and his wife just got back from Yosemite. My driver said they loved it, it was beautiful (and this was the only time he changed his volume – he whispered “beautiful”), and he said it was really busy. He said it was the first time he had seen it in his 49 years. 49 years?? Man, I guessed him to be late 50s. I absolutely, positively did not tell him I was 2 years younger than him. Nuh uh.

We sat in silence a bit longer, because “beautiful” was the summary for that trip. It was like he wanted to shut it down, rather than expound upon it. So then I asked my driver if he had any other trips coming up. He said they would head to Bisbee, Arizona next. I told him I had always wanted to go there because there was a trailer park with restored trailers from the 1950s. The Kartchner Caverns are there as well, which I have been to, when I’ve taken friends there. He said they planned on the caves but hadn’t heard of the trailers. I wasn’t sure if that meant the trailers were out of the question or if he was going to look into them now that he knows about them. My driver was locked up better than Fort Knox.

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