Happy Birthday

“How much further?” the man asked as he crossed over from his front yard, pressing his hands into the back end of my 1970 Volkswagon Beetle. I leaned my shoulder deeper into the towel which padded it from the metal door frame, grateful for the help – I had already been pushing the disabled car down the two lane, small town road for a while. “About a mile and a half” I replied. The mans legs stiffened and stopped. He straightened up, and I could see his mind trying to process my unexpected answer. Then he turned to walk off,...…