Last weekend, I had to say goodbye to an old friend. My beloved 14-year-old mini-van. 140,000 miles, scratches and dents on every side because my four children all learned to drive on this car.
My children ridiculed my mini-van—and I can appreciate that because I remember the horror of driving around in my mother’s ancient Ford country squire. For years, they’ve been after me to update, but it actually really suited me just fine to drive an old, well-cared for, dependable car.
But at long last, the time had come to part ways. I haven’t needed such a big car, and my husband and I wanted to get a hybrid. We bought a new tire for the mini-van, had the oil changed, and got all the paperwork ready to sell.
On Saturday morning, Steve took it down to the local high school. On weekends, the road in Keep Reading…