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Just a sentimental postcard

This 1972 Chevy has seen better days

This is the truck I learned to drive in. I felt like I had to preserve it somehow. Although it obviously was in a little better shape when I drove it. It made the trek from California to Oklahoma many times, before finally being laid to rest in the field across the street from my brother's house.

No need for flowers on this grave, it grows its own. There are more than a few memories for me on this bench seat. I can't see this lawn ornament without thinking of the relationship I began— and ended— in a blue Chevy truck.

I've still got the letters, somewhere. They were filled with honorable intentions.


Eeksy-Peeksy said:

> This is the truck I learned to drive in. (Yesterday.)

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