RS On The Road

It's a Russell Stover's 18 wheeler that just appeared on the highway on the way down to celebrate the life of another person lost to cancer. My life-long friend's dad, who was diagnosed with his cancer about four months or so after my dad. He put up a fight that I will always admire, because it was a long fight, and an arduous fight. That damn cancer was always right up on him, and he never, ever threw in the towel. On my way down to be with my friend, I couldn't help but think of Mr. H. That of course led to thoughts of my dad and their respective last days. And then there, out of the blue, the truck. Mr. H was so gracious after my dad left, totally classy. In my mind, I see them having had a meaningful handshake and a very quiet sit together.

Little Red Chevette

I never in a million years thought I'd come upon this picture.  And of course it's partially blocked.....but this is a red chevette just like my dads, from way back in the day.  I have three specific memories in this car:  it breaking down, my dad using a curse word (it was "damn" and it was one of the 3 times I can remember him cursing ever in my life), and my dad taking us to "tha dump, tha dump, tha dump dump dump."

I wish I had asked him how many miles were on that car when he finally got a new one, but I have no idea.  The questions you never think to ask....that later you can never get answered.