When I was little I would call roadrunners, runroaders. Yes, I was a tad bit confused. lol My mom and dad would always tease me about it, and it became one of those things that just sticks. To this day if we are together and happen upon a roadrunner they will jokingly call it a runroader and laugh! I still sometimes accidentally use the wrong word. For those of you not in New Mexico, the roadrunner is our state bird and is commonly spotted out and about. And of course you can always visit them at the zoo if you need a more up close and personal interaction. The parking lot at my work is a popular runroader hang out. Just recently I spotted one there that reminded me of these child hood memories. I always seem to notice them because of the joking I shared with my family. He was taking a chance running out into the street where any maniac driver could get him, but luckily he made it. I am particularly glad I saw him on this morning. It’s the littlest things that can make for an unexpected experience and a wave of thoughts. Cheers to the runroader and future encounters.