Tonight I was (uncharacteristically) driving late at night. Flower had joined my church in Youth Conference (it’s like a Bible camp for the 14-17 year olds) and I had to go pick her up at the church around 11pm. They went to Palmyra, New York.
As I was driving with Soot, the dog, I started to remember a random childhood memory.
When I was little, we lived in Colorado. We moved to Utah when I was 12. And when we moved to Utah, i couldn’t figure out why the cars didn’t spark in Utah. In Colorado, one of the things I liked to look for as we were driving at night was the ‘car sparks’ as I called them. The tiny flash of red light under the car or on the ground near the car.
I honestly thought that they were part of the engine and that all cars sparked in order to work. And it was something I noticed that Utah had very little of. I didn’t think much about it after a few weeks of being in Utah and forgot about it.
It wasn’t until we moved here to Maryland and I saw the cars sparking again that I remembered that I loved that spark. And then it dawned on me what they were.
People’s used cigarette butts they were throwing out their windows.
Pretty sure you don’t need them to drive the car. Pity. They are pretty!