When Is A Car Not A Car?

My Illustrious Writing Partner is now driving her recently departed dad’s car. I have to say here that, as a car guy, I don’t know how I would handle that. To turn the key every day, to hear the supercharger sing the same song your dad heard, that might be tough for me, save my friend’s thought, “He’s laughing with joy right now.”

She’s wanted a sports car for quite some time now, but never like this. I think about the baggage, she thinks about how he would have wanted to share the open air excitement of his little roadster with the daughter he cherished.

Having your dad as your passenger no matter what plane he’s on at the moment? Think about that for a moment.

Your pal,

bob