“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “Woo-hoo! What a ride!”
That’s how the Alero lived and when we careened around the corner and screeched to a stop at the car lot, there was no doubt that it had given every last drop of life. The little green puddle underneath was proof.
Purchasing the Alero had been one of the biggest financial decisions of my life. Or at least it felt like it at the time. When car shopping in 2001, I visited dozens of dealerships and drove hundreds of cars. I figured out what I wanted but was so disgusted by car salesmen, couldn’t bring myself to commit.
One summer afternoon, I determined to visit the big event at the mall, where all the car lots bring in their vehicles under tents and balloons. It seemed like the easiest way to visit a lot of dealers with the least hassle. I distinctly remember heading out and being overwhelmed at the thought of visiting with more greasy salesmen.
“Lord,” I prayed, “I just want to find a 2000 silver, four-door Alero for $12,000.” Continue Reading »
A flutter of paper in the yard caught my eye. Likely another piece of trash that blows through a lot these days on the fall winds.
up and there on page 188 is my story “Being A True Buddy.” I got my free copies yesterday and it was quite a thrill.
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