Pickup truck was a faithful friend

The pickup sitting lonely outside a motel. It is like an old friend, waiting for its master to come and head off into the sunset.

This week I will talk about bidding farewell to an old trusted friend. You might think an old trusted friend would be flesh and blood. This trusted friend was metal with rubber tires, a 1977 Ford pickup.

When I took early retirement in 1991, we had a 1973 Chevy Impala and a 1978 hatchback Ford Pinto. The hatchback did not have power steering and was difficult to see . . .

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