The Ghost in the leather jacket.

I’m reminded of a time when my son was little. Between 2 and 3 years old. One morning at sunrise. I was driving into work. I had my son in his booster seat. He always went to the sitter on my day shifts. I remember I always positioned the mirror, so I could see my son’s face. I loved being able to glance back at him. As we were coming down the hill I noticed a man leaning on the hydro pole. This was no ordinary man! He was materializing as I was looking at him! A spirit? a ghost? Well, one or the other for sure! He started with his black-looking cowboy boots. Then his legs wearing blue denim jeans. Lightly faded on the thighs. Then his torso with a white T-shirt and black leather jacket. He was caucasian with his hands tucked casually into his front pockets. With his back and, one foot propped up against the hydro-pole. He was leaning on it ever so casually. Almost as if he was waiting for a ride. I never drive very slow, mind you! As I sped past the man, I found myself wondering if I had seen him at all? In my doubt, I glanced in the rearview mirror. My eyes met my son’s smiling face. He had me in a deadlock! At this point, we were both giggling. After a few seconds. I said to my son “Did you see the man too?” he replied, still smiling. “Yes, mommy!” In a very loud and, confident voice. I replied, “Good good, Kurtis.” I turned my attention back to my diving. A few more seconds passed before Kurtis said, “Mommy?” “Yes” ‘I replied. “But that man wasn’t like you or me.” Meeting his gaze once again. With tears in my eyes, and a smile on my face. I replied, yes Kurtis I know.” My son always confirmed things I saw. Often in his toddler ways. Ashe was testing to see if I could get it on my own!