I drive an ancient car, y’all. And, actually, I really like driving it. It is a responsive little car and reminds me of my first Accord, the car that I had owned for over half of my life when we finally had to let it go.<\/p>\n
I loved that car. Her name was Honey Bun.<\/p>\n
That reminds me that I haven’t named my current car. I should get right on that.<\/p>\n
Anyway, the ancient car also has the best stereo. Nothing special or added (I don’t want y’all to get the image of me driving along in an altered car that pulsates with every beat of the music — though, that is a funny image) just a great system that came with the car.<\/p>\n
The other day, I switched the channel from Sports Radio…you know, if someone had told me years ago that I would, later in life, listen to a bunch of Sports Radio I would not have believed them. <\/p>\n
Ditto on the wearing of skirts 99% of the time.
\nDitto the getting silver hair and not giving a care.
\nDitto loving and watching baseball.
\nDitto….too many things to ditto. <\/p>\n
Anyway, this song came on and it sounded so awesome. <\/p>\n
Totally made my day. <\/p>\n