The kayak on top was interesting, as were the California plates.
Two pretty birds in a cage occupied the passenger seat. An exotic contrast to the "Bill's Luncheonette" sign reflected in the window. No organic alfalfa sprouts in there, dear visitor.
I finished my voyeuristic activity just as the owner was returning. By coincidence, I had just taken Ken Kesey's book about the Magic Bus "Furthur" out of the Plainfield Public Library and had been enjoying the photos of Neal Cassady. Some era.
I smiled and wondered what brought this visitor to Plainfield and what he thought of this stop on his road trip, too shy to ask. For me, it was a bit of time travel back to the days of paisley and patchouli. And beautiful downtown Plainfield was just that, if only for a moment.