They must have seen me coming: there’s a pull-out section in the road to the post office with room for a few cars to park and take pictures of the birds in the Baylands sanctuary there.   But they already had the cones set up to block that.

So no, there was no place to stop and take pictures of the herd of goats (so little! So cute!) chomping on the dry brush at the edges there, bringing down the fire hazard, and having been by there a few days earlier, my goodness can those things eat! A few were resting in the cattails, curling up with a good baaaa-k. It was certainly not my everyday sight.

On my way home again, just to top off the trip, there was a car in front of me that made me laugh in sheer delight.

It was a Cadillac El Dorado.  Not a new one by any means (said the woman with the ’99 minivan). But whoever owns it clearly loves that comfortable car. It was as new looking as its first tenth of a mile, polished with pride, with that Cadillac emblem done up in shiny gold and thin, orange pinstripes going down the sides just so, the car itself a lovely, vivid purple. Not a scratch in sight.

With one of those metal fish emblems on the back, one with “Jesus” written in the center just to make it very clear who meant a lot to that owner.

He’d dressed his car in purple and had it carrying the Name in the Bible.

Whoever that African-American man was driving that car, I so wished I could have told him about that good Samaritan he reminded me of.   He would have loved it.