Pile in, this won’t take too long it’s no-where near a road trip just a short jaunt that’s a little too far to walk, so we better take the car. I have meant to travel this way for some time but there has always been an excuse – too busy, other priorities – this time though I’m going to get there.
Oh, I understand you want to know our destination, let’s say it’s about visiting with old friends to renew connections and savor memories. The first stop is with Jack who would stop in every Saturday morning with donuts until he moved to the mountains. He drove a big Buick that had recurring problems with mufflers. He just didn’t drive enough and condensation would build up and rust out the exhaust. Not to worry, he had a lifetime warranty.
Then there’s a 90 pound long distance runner who was in her mid-sixties back then. I heard she is still running. We certainly did everything we could to please her but didn’t always succeed. I drew the line though when she accused us of something unethical that bordered on fraud and politely returned her money and offered her patronage up to the gods of the bottom line. Did I say this trip was about friends and renewing connections?
This house here on the left was the doctor’s house, he actually delivered me. Every Friday we would walk over to his garage during his office hours and fetch his car. We had a key to the garage as well as the car. We would wash it, gas it up and return it before he saw his last patient. His wife was known for a compulsion to beep her horn for service each time she stopped at the pumps for gas. Everyone got full service back then.
The other doctor in town was a customer too. He drove a big Olds, must have been a 98, it was built about ten minutes from the shop. The defining feature of that car was the advanced technology that allowed the driver to open the trunk lid from his seat, which he would activate each and every time he came in for gas so that we could check the air pressure in his spare tire as well as the other four.
From flowers to flags
If you have the time I would like to make one more stop to check on the condition of Joe’s house. He was always so meticulous about everything he owned including his cars. He always bought red Cadillacs, because he didn’t want the neighbors to know that he had spent money on a new car.
Those vehicles have all gone to the shredder by now, but the house still stands. I can see that the lawn has lost its manicure and the driveway where he used to wash his cars has a mound of firewood stored there. There are flags and plastic ornaments sprouting from the flower beds and there is a garage sale scheduled for this Saturday.
That’s it for this ride. I told you it was just a short jaunt. I don’t know how long it will be before I travel that route again.