Maybe Next Time

Gene and Bonnie invited us to lunch and came over and picked us up. Gene was driving with Bonnie in the passenger seat, and Pat and I were in the back. We were cutting across town on a major four-lane street and regularly saw the posted signs declaring that the speed limit was 35 miles per hour. Gene is a careful driver, and he didn’t want a speeding ticket, so he was driving in the slow lane at the posted speed. We all watched as cars whizzed past us in the fast lane. Pointing to one of the speed signs, in his usual droll way, Gene said, “If I’d known that was just a suggestion, I might have driven a little faster.

Dave Thomas

5/21/2026