Goodbye Old Friend

Sometimes I am going to be a little "off the wall". That goes for today. Part of what this blog is all about is what one feels. It doesn't all revolve around politics. There is a human story going on all the time. That's why I am dedicating a few lines to an event that took place today.

I said goodbye to an old friend today. It was hard to do and very tearful. The friend was white and black and weighed about 2,500lbs. He was only 13, but managed to carry me and those dear to me around for 189,000 miles, to places only God or the Devil has ever seen. His heart was still beating strong when I said goodbye which made it all the harder to let go; surprising since he had a voracious appetite for hydrocarbons. He was always a good friend of the family and had protected them faithfully on more than one occasion. Sadly recent damage (a story too long for any blog), the economy, bad legs and frame had made it financially impossible to make him safe for outings again. It was time to move him along.

God Bless the 4WD 1996 GMC Suburban which was taken away today by Father Joe Carroll’s organization. I let him go to someone more deserving, more creative or more wealthy, lest a weakness in my resolve made me hang on. The dogs nested in the seats one last time. It took all I had to pry them out before that trip up on to the tow truck. Maybe you will roll on, but I will never see it.

Goodbye old friend, you will be missed. I will try to replace you but it will never be the same. I have always been a sucker for my cars. I tend to keep them too long and all I see are memories when I leave them in some dealer’s lot or sell them to someone else. It makes moments like this wonder why I have them at all.