Everyone has a story

6am, Denny's, somewhere in northern California. A truck driver, running TN to CA, about 70 years old. He asks me if I'm married, I say no. He tells me about a girl he used to 'go with' in the 60's. She was in the middle of a divorce from a husband who couldn't give her a child. They dated about a year, until one day she mysteriously stopped returning his calls. A few years went by. He became a used car salesman. One day on the lot he saw her and her husband (they obviously reconciled). They had a small child that he said looked just like his son. She spotted him and quickly rushed away with them. He made the decision not to pursue her so as not to ruin the child's life.

I finished my eggs and coffee and was on my way.