Your Fate…….

You will be watching a woman exercise her First Amendment right to free expression through the medium of exotic dance in a dark room in Anchorage Alaska, and you will recognize the woman as a customer who hired you to tow her 1969 VW Microbus to its final resting place. 

You will remember her story, which goes like this, “I was 2 months pregnant and I had to get out of Georgia.  Alaska seemed far enough away.  So I headed out.  When I got to the Canadian border, some Mountie shook me down and found a joint and a Derringer two-shot pistol.  It was a beautiful gun – metallic pink with a pearl handle and my initials engraved on the barrel.  I spent three days throwing up in a holding cell in nowhere, British Columbia, before they let me go.  I kept going north through prairies and then mountains, and then all kinds of snow and wind and ice and sleet, and then more prairies and mountains, and I don’t even know what.  Damned, if that bus didn’t get me here.  I loved that bus more than any man. ” 

Later, she’s at the bar, hustling drinks.  You will walk up to her and say, “I know where your bus is.”