We were tightly packed into a large Ford SUV. (It looked like a new model but had terrible Apple CarPlay implementation. Why does Toyota get this right and American manufacturers make a mess of it?) Instruments, suitcases, bags and four humans. At an intersection a car cut right in front of our vehicle and Jon had to tap the brake pretty hard. That made a backpack jerk forward. It hit Jon’s arm and then the arm hit the horn on the steering wheel. Honk. I’m okay with that, he said. They deserved a honk. Then he noticed that something had fallen out of the backpack. He picked it up and put the sunglasses on his nose. Ah, this is better.

It’s moments like this that I remember years later.