Cars

As just-hitched kids, we drove a Model T Ford with a crank for the engine, and a running board. My big brother sold us his old carriage as a first car for a brand new marriage. Never mind it was his hunting car, repainted and restored to all its former glory, a new conversion to a honeymoon car. In newlywed land without a pot to-you- know-what-in, we had no aversion to second hand. Now, fifty years later (and this may rub-ya) I've got a yen for a two-tailpipe Jaguar, or a BMW. Though I am not fickle, own neither vehicle and true to my origins still modest and practical, I'm not yet ready to go on the shelf. RACY is how I see myself.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/27/2011 3:19:00 PM

So wow, you really are older than me. I never would have guessed it. You seem to have a "young" aura about you. But then again,I've been told I sound like a kid on the telephone! Gosh, driving a model T. Amazing! LIke you, I see myself as a sports car type. One day I hope to have that baby blue corvette!

John Loving Iii

Date: 11/13/2011 5:45:00 AM

hmm wonder what was here? a bad poem. a love letter never delivered. an oration for a great croud. we will never know. john

Nola Perez
Date: 11/13/2011 12:29:00 PM

Well, you are the curious one. How cool! Actually I found I posted the same poem twice, and edits to 2 were good. I could not find a delete button - seems like there used to be one (?) Did it occur to you that a poem called "Delete" could consist only of the word "Delete :) Witty, maybe?