Driving my Cares Away
Yesterday, I had to complete yet another very unpleasant task at the bank.
I’ve learned these past 18 months since Dale’s very unexpected lay-off from the good job from which we expected he would eventually retire — that there is something worse than paying bills — not being able to pay them.
Yet, when I hopped in my 1988 “Baby Blazer” and drove off into the sunny but cool day, my cares melted away.
We Americans have long had a love affair with our cars, and I'm no different. When I was a younger woman, I wanted, more than anything, a "Baby Blazer," those smaller Blazers Chevrolet used to make.
In 1988, we bit the bullet and for nearly $400 a month for 4 years, which was a lot of money for these 20-something newly weds, I got one.
She was my first and only automobile love.
