Fallible Flashbacks

Almost true stories of my life

The Good Samaritans

The shimmering lines of fake mirage rose from the pavement ahead of us. It was still morning, but the temperature was already in the 90s without a cloud in the sky. Only rocks, scrub brush and cactus lined the highway on either side. The only other vehicles on the road were large trucks making their way between Bakersfield and Flagstaff and Albuquerque beyond. My husband had an interest in Citizens Band radios at that time so we had one in our...