“Look, mountains, Mabel.”
“And foggy wisps in the valleys, Stanley.”
“Quite the sunset, Stanley.”
“Pretty clouds, too, Mabel. Wispy.”
“Old Chevy on that flatbed, Stanley.”
“I miss those wide whitewalls. I always wanted nice whitewalls, but they charged more. I never knew if it was because it cost more to make them or if they could simply get buyers to pay more.”
The End. No basis in reality; this is a work of fiction.