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CAR TALES, WIDOW MUSINGS, BEGINNING YEAR THREE…

CAR TALES, WIDOW MUSINGS, BEGINNING YEAR THREE…

My old Jeep Cherokee sits forlorn, hunkered among the gleam and glitz of models who glare new-ness in the afternoon sun. My old Jeep served us well. Never mind leather worn seats, a nick or two on her body. Never mind I’ve put money into her since Bob died, me on yet another learning curve called “car maintenance”.