It's about solidarity and brotherhood:


This is relaxing
I think to myself
on the first day
of our vacation
as I hide
in the men's room
of a Roy Rogers
at a rest stop
just off bumper-to-bumper I-95
while the kids
continue fighting
with tennis racquets
in the back seat.
And only five more hours to go.
I don't want to leave this place
I whisper aloud.
Neither do I
says the man in the next stall.


“Family Vacation” by John Kenney from Love Poems