Today's Mostly True Short Story: Their Lucky Day

It was a blistering hot day, perfect for a ride up Route 9W on the Harley. I had just crested a steep hill when I saw the little buggers - two of them - chipmunks with their tails sticking straight up and running hell-bent-for-leather to make it across the highway. It must have been their lucky day because I saw them just in time to slow down, laugh, and yell, run you little bastards, RUN!! Almost as quickly as I saw them, they disappeared into the thick brush at the side of the rode. They made it. And, I smiled.

EPILOGUE: After I got home from my ride, I took a walk in my backyard to rest and reflect, and who do you think I see but this little guy hiding out on my pear tree! Must be some kind of harbinger of good luck - I hope!!