“I feel that life is measured in achievement, not in years alone.”
“I feel that life is measured in achievement, not in years alone.”

This add tugs at my heart strings.

When I was growing up, there were a couple of elderly spinsters who lived in the house across the street. Their daily driver was a Chevy Celebrity, and then later a Buick Century. The other vehicle in their garage was a beige Suburban more or less exactly like this one, that almost never left the garage.

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Even as a kid, I used to dream of the day I could maybe buy that cream puff from them. Yes, even child Shop Teacher was much more interested in Squarebodies with dog dish hubcaps, than I was interested in Ferraris. It’s just how I’m wired.

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Look at the bottom of this thing!!!!

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If I could afford it, I’d drop a stack of 50-hundreds in their lap.  I’m quite sure that would do the trick.  Alas, I just have my memories of the one my neighbors had.  One day in middle school, I saw it parked on the street with Colorado plates on it (I grew up in Illinois).  They had given it to a nephew.  I was super bummed.

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