Traveling down the highway the conversation was lively and light. On the highway up ahead I saw a large branch in the lane next to ours, and slowed down anticipating that it was going to break or cause the other vehicle to swerve. Within seconds a loud "thwack" rocked the car. Thinking that we had damage from the branch we pulled over to a nearby gas station. It was not a branch. A flatbed truck had also pulled over because drivers had alerted them that there was a problem.
"Excuse me sir, are you missing a pitchfork?"
What happened next was surreal. My friend Anne Jacobs had the presence of mind to snap the photo because who would believe that this would be the result of stray farming equipment at 50-65 miles per hour? Certainly not the farmer, who was a very nice man. Its just a car, no one was hurt, this is why we have insurance, and I am grateful. I choose gratitude because what else is there? When life throws you a curve--or a pitchfork-- it feels better to me to be grateful rather than paranoid.
Oh, and I even made it to the concert. It was especially beautiful.