Even with all the traveling Roo and I have done over the past few years, I don’t believe she has ever once asked me to pull off the road to view a historical marker. In northern Louisiana the other day, however, she sat up and started looking out the window. I always leave the vent open so that she can experience the smells of the places we go (the sights don’t interest her). This time, she must have caught the scent of ghosts in the air.
She stood up in her seat and was so clearly interested in something that I stopped. There was a stone marker by the side of the road. Nothing much. But the expression on Roo’s face suggested that this was a place haunted by spirits she held to be kindred to her own.
And indeed, it was, for it was the spot where Bonnie and Clyde were ambushed and shot to ribbons. Roo is a great admirer of anyone who traverses the country, wreaking havoc, drawing blood and generally not listening to their Daddy. I tried to explain that Bonnie and Clyde were most definitely not to be admired, but Roo wouldn’t hear of it.