I saw Kurt Vonnegut today...

I saw Kurt Vonnegut today.

At the stoplight on 44th St. and Indian
School in a green Ford Explorer. His window was down. He wasn't
smoking though, I though Vonnegut was a constant smoker. And his hair
didn't look like it was very curly, like it always does in the
pictures.

He didn't turn his head to look down on me in my short Geo Metro. He didn't see me. There was no eye contact. He looked straight ahead, waiting for the light to change.

Both my windows were down; I could have spoken to Kurt Vonnegut through the open passenger side window. I could have said, "Hey Kurt, thanks," or "Kurt, you're looking mighty
healthy! I hope you've got lots of time left on this messed up planet. By the way, I'm thinking of changing my middle name to daffodil. Your stories have given me hope." Or "you know, Kurt, I saw Kilgore Trout up on Camelback, not 3 weeks ago. I bought a picture
from him of Phoenix, 2506 AD for 5 dollars. It was pretty good, though I suspect
that there probably won't be a Phoenix, AZ in 2506." I'm sure Kurt would want to talk about our mutual friend. I've met Mr. Trout on a couple of occasions now. I didn't say anything.

The light turned green, he drove off in his big green Ford
Explorer. Then I figured it probably wasn't Kurt Vonnegut anyway. He
wouldn't drive a Ford Explorer, would he?