Sunday, June 03, 2007

Bye Bye Chevy

Have you ever listened to Gene Rayburn and Match Game at a REALLY loud volume? It's an interesting experience. I can now say that I have watched it with the volume at at a 120 decibels which is about the level of sound that an F-111 makes when it takes off. I spent the evening with my mom yesterday and she can no longer hear so she depends on the sound waves to get what they are saying on TV. A few moments after I sat down, it felt as if my teeth were vibrating like a tuning fork. Every now and then she would turn to me as say something and I would nod in agreement having absolutely no idea what she had said. As it turns out, this form of communication works well. My ears were still ringing at midnight.
Today was a lovely day. It looked as if our garden grew a foot since the rain. We have a ton of green tomatoes, okra, and squash. The pepper is coming in too. I ate a piece with dinner this evening and it pealed the hide off my tongue.
A lady called yesterday about my old Chevy. She and her husband were interested in the car and they came by today. I had a feeling they would buy it because she told me that her husband had a 66 Impala when they dated. They walked around it a few times, looked under the hood and in the trunk, cranked that baby up, wrote me a check and drove it home. I was so sure that they would buy it that I printed out a bill of sale before that came. Just to make sure, I got up early this morning and cleaned it up. I bought some rubbing compound, some chrome polish, and a few other things and when I got through, it looked really good.
It felt a little sad watching the old Chevy drive off. I've had that car for over twenty years but it's one of those things that needed a little time, a little money and a little love to bring it back to life and I'm at a point in my life I was not willing to spend neither time nor money on it. My cousin Joey will probably be a little miffed at me when he reads this because he wanted the car. But I was afraid that if I sold it to him and something happened to it, he would hold it against me. He means a lot to me and I didn't want to take that chance.
Y'all have a great week.


  1. Anonymous11:42 AM

    Old cars are a little like old friends.

    They have taken us to places we may have otherwise never gone.

    An Old Friend


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