When I was a teen or in my early twenties, I’m not really certain exactly when this event occurred. One thin I am sure of, it was late at night.
I was driving along on a road that was usually deserted at the time I was on it heading toward home. In fact, home was just a few more twists and turns down the road.
I was probably driving way too fast. It seems that most of my driving in those days was way too fast.
But as I was driving along this narrow, dark, familiar road, I approached another vehicle. The dim red tail lights began to come more and more into focus and soon I could see they were attached to a beat up white van.
I was deciding whether or not to pass the van and the strangest thing happened.
The rear doors on the van flew…