October 25, 2006
The twenty-third dream: I have found my old cars. They have been stashed behind the chicken shed as I discarded them. I have a half dozen automobiles that I can drive anytime I want. I climb into my old '57 Ford, and turn the key. It starts up with the familiar rumble of the 292 V-8, and I wheel it across the lawn to the road. Fifty-eight thousand miles, and the tires are still good. By the time I reach the top of the hill, I am wondering about an old Mercury. What have they done with it?