The Truck
They told me where to find it. My companion for the next week. My chariot, my home........my sanctuary. I had thought about what it would be like - a sleek, maneuverable, Ferrari-like moving van. Weaving in and out of traffic at 80, as I scoot across the country in record time. The clerk told me where to find it - one of the new ones she said. Then it loomed out of the mist. Is that a skyscraper? No. A cruise ship? No. I am going to drive that 3200 miles? I screamed when I saw the logo on the side......"Dad Haul". I got off to a bad start. As we were leaving the restaurant, I had to back up....snapped off a stop sign. Yes, broke it off clean.
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You are back!!! Boy, how I've missed the blogging of Mini Arms. And you never told us about the stop sign!! Only about the rubber on the back. You are a saint..that is all I have to say.
Rubber??
Dad, your award for the cross country Uhaul trip will be coming in the next couple of weeks.
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