Meeting a 1947 Cadillac Named Claire

No one knew what kind of car she was because she was an antique. She had a mind of her own, a colorful one at that, and she ran. She lived in a small Alaskan town, so people knew about her. That’s Claire, an old timer told me when he saw me taking her photo. She has a name? Sure, he replied, “They all have names, don’t they?” All cars have names? No. All spirits have names. You mean she is a spirit and a car? We never think of Claire as a car, but we always think of her as a spirit. When I left the state, she followed me to the edge and then honked goodbye. No one believed me, because she had no driver. But I have never forgotten Claire.