6 Rays of Sunshine in Our Storm

     When a rainstorm along Highway 85 brought Duane and me to a halt, we found ourselves behind this Silver Subaru Forester, its rear plastered with bumper stickers. Duane chuckled and read, “To be or not to be. Check the box.”
     I pulled out my notepad. “Can you read more?”
     He craned his head over the steering wheel and peered between the slap of windshield wipers. “Guns don’t kill people. People with mustaches kill people.
     “Think. It’s not illegal yet.
     “Always give 100%...