There are too many Toyota 4 Runners of a similar color in this town. Behind the wheel of each could be you. What would you be doing in Buckhead at 2 PM on a Tuesday afternoon? It doesn’t matter, it could still be you. Maybe school got out early and you went to the mall, or to buy a new mattress, or to get a coffee, maybe you are sleepy and lost your way on the way back home. And in the neighborhood, there are at least 24 trucks of a similar age and color as yours, and they drive past the house tormenting me. I try as hard as I can to catch the driver’s face as they pass by. There are too many of these trucks, but only one that is yours. I know yours when it is sitting in your driveway, but outside of that it is hard to tell. There’s no Elvis sticker, the tell-tale sign. The only distinguishing mark, if it still exists, is the Elvis air freshener that hangs from the rearview. Sometimes, I look. I stare hard. Is it you? I will have to try harder. I cannot tell. What does your truck look like? What do you look like anymore? How does your heart feel? And, is the engine running fine? Let us take a ride again one day.