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As he drove down the new US 94 freeway heading West to the Twin Cities, his thoughts were visualizing his going back to school as an adult. He felt an urgency to succeed in life. Going to school for two and a half more years before he could make a decent living, will require a lot of self-discipline to complete, he thought to himself.
He passed a highway sign that read St. Paul, 29 miles. The traffic at two in the afternoon was slight, except for the trucks that were always on the move.
He pulled to the left lane to pass a truck when he noticed a vehicle stopped on a left lane turn around for Authorized vehicles only. There were flashing tail lights but no other colors so it didn’t look like a patrol car. He slowed and pulled in behind it off the driving lane. He saw two women on the outside of the Cadillac looking at the front of the vehicle.
The women looked to be in their forties, about his mother’s age. They were wearing dresses and looked as if they had attended something special. Their dresses had a flare to them and the wind was whipping them up so they had to hold them down with their hands.