Character Study, Sam #1

**This is part 1 of a character study, written completely in dialogue.**


“Thanks for agreeing to this interview, Mr. Louis.”

“Call me Sam, please. And you are welcome. I don’t do many interviews, you know. So, be gentle with me, okay?”

“Of course, Sam. Why don’t you start by recalling first trip you ever took.”

“Well, that’s—a long time ago. I was a little guy, about five or six. My parents took me on a car trip. Wait, if my mom was still alive, I was only four. She died the summer after I turned five. I was about to start kindergarten.”

“That is a young age to lose your mother. I am sorry for your loss.”

“Yeah, it was a rough time. But the first trip I remember was that fall when I was four. We drove from Maine down to Vermont to see my Aunt Jenny. She had just had a baby.”

“That was quite a drive in the 50’s?”

“350 miles. It was pretty, though. I remember sitting in the front seat between my parents watching the beautiful fall leaves. We took three days to get there. Can you imagine? Today, you would get there in an afternoon on the train.”

“Times have changed. What car did your dad drive?”

“Ah, my dad loved his cars. This one was a 1955 T-bird hard top, first of the line. It was that light blue color. My mom was so proud of that. She called it Aqua. Gosh, I still have that car. I forgot that. It’s in a barn at my Dad’s old place in Houlton. How could I have forgotten?”

“That was a sweet car.”

“Yeah, we rode all bundled up with the top down for the whole trip. The sun was shining all three days. The wind was cool and crisp and you could smell wood smoke from Houlton all the way to St. Johnsbury.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“It was. We stopped for everything. It was the first vacation my parents had taken in awhile. I don’t know how long. I just remember they were really excited. The first morning, we left at dawn. It was pretty cold but we only drove an hour. Nobody wanted to put the top up because it was gorgeous. I snuggled up next to Mom. Dad had his arm across the back of the seat. You know how men used to do. We stopped at this little diner outside of Bangor for breakfast.”

“Sounds good.”

“It was. I got this huge stack of blueberry pancakes. And a pile of those link sausages. Hot chocolate with whipped cream. Of course, it looked huge to me. I am sure the pancakes were only a kid stack.”

“They served normal sized portions back then. Not like the super sized food at restaurants now.”

“Yea, I remember my dad got eggs and a steak, fried potatoes and a short stack on the side. He grinned like a king! Mom had coffee, oatmeal and toast. It’s funny that I remember every detail of that breakfast.

We drove down the road a couple of hours then stopped at a motel. We had sandwiches from the deli in town and bottles of ice cold milk sitting at a picnic table at the park.”

“Sounds idyllic.”

Thunderbird 1955

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