Pulled into the pickup lane at the Christian middle school, driving a black SUV with the driver side window rolled down, singing, “The hippies on the bus go puff, puff, puff … puff, puff, puff.” Every time she said the word puff she leaned her head to either sad in a little dance. The mess of blonde hair tied on top of her head fell to either side. She was wearing a tie-dye shirt too. I couldn’t believe it. Maybe in San Francisco. But here, in Kansas? She looked young too. Maybe she was late-twenties, early-thirties.  I thought to myself, there’s no way this woman is about to pick up her kids from this Christian school. Then again, maybe she wasn’t a mom. Maybe she was an older sister.