Spots - Ninety Miles Away

I waited with a sign saying “Transportation to the V.... Event” directing people to a product launch party. An invitation, phone follow up and a limo brought people to the tony W hotel. The stakeholders wore suits and cocktail dresses in hopes of communicating a product of high end substance. Most attendees wore suites, dresses or fancy outfits. One attendee wore flowered capri pants and a well worn white peasant shirt. She was a bit over sixty, or, judging by her name tag,  a life in the western big-sky sun may have contributed to aging her face. She smiled brightly as she spoke from her seat on a tufted leather bench and told me she'd been on her feet all day and didn’t sleep well. Turns out, she is the only person I’ve ever met who’s said, “Where I live, the closest traffic light is ninety miles away.”