On a long, smoky trip across Montana
my son wondered why he had to travel
all these hours, spend all this lost time
on a hot, bumpy car ride to accompany
his sister and mother to an event
he would not even be attending.
I told him we also had a treat for him.
My son is a “creative”... as they say in the
modern vernacular of art…and we would be
visiting a modern art museum while there.
Mildly curious now, he…