A 1955 Reminder

What an old Chevy and a short conversation can teach us about connection.

This morning, I was just making a quick stop for gas on my way down to see Tabby at the hospital — quiet, early, a typical Saturday. But then I saw it: a 1955 Chevrolet, gleaming in the soft summer light like it rolled straight out of time.

I wasn’t expecting that. Sure, it’s car show season in Western Pennsylvania. But still — something about seeing that steel beauty parked there hit me different.

That car’s been around nearly 70 years. Think about that.

The gentleman who owns it? He was kind, proud, and generous with his time. Answered every question I threw at him. You could tell — this wasn’t just a car. It was part of his story.

And for a moment, that story became part of mine.

It reminded me of something I’ve been working on:
Talk to strangers.
Say hello. Ask a question. Compliment a car.

Not everything has to be deep or serious. Sometimes, the smallest conversation can crack open a tough morning and let a little light in. You never know what someone’s carrying — or how your words might shift something for them.

We all move through the world wrapped in our own worries, griefs, or plans. But every once in a while, life tosses us a '55 Chevy at a gas pump and a reason to slow down.

So here’s your nudge from me:
Say something kind. Be curious. Look someone in the eye today.
You might bring them a smile — or they might bring you one.

Either way, we’re better when we connect.

— Jim