Not having driven our old faithful blue Ford van in quite awhile, Michael intentionally sent me driving it home to retrieve a broom as we were cleaning out our rented storage space. He'd been in my ear for quite awhile about the van not feeling or sounding right. I thought he was dropping some not-so-subtle hints for a new vehicle.
Was I ever wrong. The poor ol' "Blue Bayou" coughed and strained the short half mile to the house. To say I was alarmed is an understatement. Closing in on 400,000 miles, the inevitable has occurred.
Behold! A shiny new red Ford van. Well, not brand new - a 2006.
It's a bit shorter than "Blue Bayou" but younger, healthier and reliable. Sorry to say, I don't believe Blue would have made another trip up I-95 this summer.
It was difficult to say goodbye to Blue today. Isn't it intriguing how memories become so strongly associated with an inanimate object?
“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.” - Dr. Seuss