The times we rode in trucks

I’m writing this at the library from the cozy, cool confines of my car. I’d planned on going inside, but a group of kids pulled up with their parents in a very nice SUV as I was walking in, and they were being a little too loud for me. They really weren’t being loud, as in loud and disrespectful; I simply couldn’t concentrate — too many bodies. 

For some reason when I saw them, it took me back to yesteryear. When I was a kid, we all piled into the backs of pickup trucks.