And settin’ right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says “Vote for Dick” and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says “Whaddya think?”.
Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin’ in the glove compartment. He says, “Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don’t pay no mind to that whirrin’ sound. She use a little oil, but outside a’ that, she’s cherry. excerpt from Classified by C. W. McCall.
I feel a little like that pickup truck, I feel old and tired, I’m out of breath, even more so wearing a mask, and my glasses keep fogging up, but, other than that, I feel great. We are in Columbus, Ohio, and actually, it is a city I’ve wanted to see for a while because of its mid-century architecture. But, now that we are here, I have learned the Columbus I want to see is Columbus, Indiana, which I didn’t even know existed until an hour ago.
Sunday morning and we are getting back on the road.
Also… thank you so much for all the comments and good wishes, I really appreciate it. I’ll answer them later.
