Driving through Colorado, several miles south of Las Animas, I spotted a nicely dressed man walking on the shoulder of Highway 350. He was pushing a baby stroller . There was nothing protruding from the bright yellow stroller that would indicate that the stroller might contain a homeless person’s possessions.
The stroller was a three wheel, newer type. The sunroof was up as protection from a late morning sun. The man was walking facing traffic, and by all appearances had an infant out for a morning walk. However, I was unable to see a baby in the stroller as I drove past.
Here is the mystery: for the next several miles, there were no homes in sight. No disabled car beside the highway. It was seven miles to the edge of the next town on the wide open prairie landscape. It was as though the walker and the carriage had suddenly dropped out of the sky.
I eventually guessed that the man was headed back to Las Animas after a long walk out of town earlier that morning. Still, it was an unsolved puzzle. Just where did that man and his baby come from? It is the same question I may have asked my mother seventy-two years ago when my first sibling arrived on the scene.