Gawking, I simply stood there. But I wasn’t gaping at a pretty woman. I know better than to ogle another human being like a horny fool. Instead, my attention was focused on a car parked at the curb.
Why? Because it was my car.
Or at least, it used to be mine. I looked it over yet again, as if I might have made a mistake. But my brain had already confirmed the reality of the situation. Beyond model and color, there was the identical wear and tear to the vehicle.
I’d driven that thing onto a used car lot, sold it and driven off in a different set of wheels. I had thought I’d made a good deal at the time. Actually, I still thought that. But in the months since making the trade, I’d gotten very nostalgic about my old ride. Good times had happened for me with, and in, that auto. I had... Read more...