My dad took these pictures yesterday after he sold our 12 year-old mini-van. It kind of feels like we just sent a cranky, half-there uncle to a home with no visiting hours.
If sentiment weren't a factor, we wouldn't miss the old guy. Though its exterior survived relatively unscratched, the van's age was obvious to anyone lucky enough to be a passenger. By year six, among its numerous charms, the van boasted a broken radio and a ride so turbulent that we kids nick-named it "Rickety."
More recently, however, my dad—out of some unexplained sense of solidarity—has insisted on calling him "Ricky."
More recently, however, my dad—out of some unexplained sense of solidarity—has insisted on calling him "Ricky."
Despite our many disputes regarding the correct nomenclature, one designation we could all agree on was that the van was undeniably "the Bailey car."
Goodbye, Rickety.
...or as my dad put it,
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I thought this was about the dog - nice to know the dog is still ticking
ReplyDeleteAhhh yes I can see how the title and photo would be misleading! Yikes. Yeah, Bailey's still ticking, panting, begging, eating...all good dog things. Thanks for the concern!
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