Earlier this summer my dad asked me if I was interested in the old Chevy truck that belonged to my grandfather. The answer was undoubtedly YES! I have such vivid memories of the old jalopy on my grandparents farm…riding on the back of the open tailgate with my cousin as it rolled along the bumpy gravel lane. (something I would’ve never let my kids do! it’s illegal now anyway, right? …life was certainly different then!) And my favorite funny memory…when my dad had it restored some while back, my first question to him when I saw it in it’s new shiny glory was…”why is it red?” I grew up thinking that old truck was pink! Faded from many years of use as a utilitarian machine on the farm, it never occurred to my young brain that the truck had ever been anything but that soft faded hue! And though that revelation was shocking at first…red really suits the old gentleman! So my parents took a pit-stop to our family’s Indiana farm to pick up the truck and transport it here to my house for the remainder of the summer and fall! I could hardly wait until they arrived…and my brain has been swirling with ideas of how to enjoy his stay with us!
