Transportation Department

For some, cars were mere transportation appliances–devices to transport people and cargo from one point to another.

These are the folks that sat on car hoods. Piled groceries on their car’s hood or trunk. Their steel-bodied pack mules sported faded paint, unrepaired scratches, dents, and dings.

Cars at the end of their planned obsolescence, purchased on the cheap.  Picasso would be proud of mismatched doors, temporarily bracketed headlights after minor parking lot accidents.  Just enough to keep on the right side of the law.

Sometimes due to financial constraints, there wasn’t a choice.  During my teens and early adulthood, I drove some very flawed automobiles.  Now, that I have a choice, I no longer choose to do so.

What I do understand, is it doesn’t bother the person driving the old clunker, already covered with dents, when another dent occurs, as much as it would the person with a newer car.

It may be a sickness, but automobiles for some of us, are part of our egos.  We spend hours keeping The Silver Flash or Old Betsey shined and polished.

The wealthy individual that recently wrecked his new 288,000 Ferrari, shortly after purchase–I’ll never understand.

Old clunker, or shiny new “Chromemobile?”  What’s your pleasure?  Did you have an interesting hand-me-down first car?

 

Contemplation

From three years ago, a message about self-awareness.

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Self-awareness

Contemplation

Weren’t part

Of an egret’s

Innocent game

Even though

The self

Reflected self

Were one

And, the same

The rippled

Reflected self

Was perceived

As a stranger

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Saturday Faces…

The new, now generation

Went about their business

At car washes, laundromats

Faithless and faithful

Proclaimed mantras

Of brashness, impatience

Disrespected, objects of disrespect

Not all of them deserved

Refused to stay kids forever

Some went back where they came from

Some to where they belonged

Something Worth Saving

He always said hurtful things

That came from feeling feckless and angry

There was good and bad in everything–Doris thought

Searched the pages–read between lines and wrinkles

Until they looked elsewhere for what was missing in each other’s eyes

What good was a kingdom without the freedom to do what Dwight wanted?

He made compromises, because it was the only way to make things work

The way we were was the way we were; why we said the things we said

They made mistakes–fell far short of perfection

Had each other, that was enough

He’d follow Doris anywhere