Already hauled away. That’s that. In a few hours the title will be signed over. The memories: Carrying Jesus throughout the mountains and impossibly steep ridges. Carrying elderly parishioners to the hospital in distant cities. This was my missionary of mercy truck long used at the hermitage. Betsy the 1987 Toyota pickup even worked as a conversation starter for me with the local druggies. It was bought for me by “The Guy.” I am so very sorry to see her go. But with the engine doubly exploded (water going out the tail pipe), the alignment so severely off that it would cost more to realign than get a new-used truck, the steering gearbox destroyed, etc., etc., etc., it was time to give her away to one of the locals who wanted something to work on for a woods truck. So long, old friend.
At the very same time, I got rid of Dotty, the 2002 Nissan pickup, the old soup-kitchen work horse. That went to the same person. The gas tank leaks. Everything was going wrong with it week after week. WAY too expensive to maintain. The town was threatening a lien on the rectory unless I get rid of the untagged deregistered vehicles. Yikes! Right now, I’m driving Sassy, a Subaru Forester with about 30,000 miles on it. I’m sure there will be another 400,000 to follow within just a few years if I keep going at the rate I am now. But there’s a surprise coming. I hope it will be possible. Jenny is back up, running and kicking!