Category Archives: Automotive
Learning to Drive
At the age of sixteen one of the most important things in life was learning to drive. My early driving experience was in an old 50’s Chevrolet that belonged to my family. It was black and looked a lot like … Continue reading
A Star Lady is Hiding in the Car
Some time ago, I wrote a column about GPS, the global positioning system in cars. It’s a navigation system that can help you find your way from point to point by using an electronic mapping system – to explain for … Continue reading
New Car or New Toy?
There is no point in arguing with a man when he gets that “I-want-a-new-car” gleam in his eye. My man got that gleam in his eye nearly two months ago. By now, it is no longer a gleam, but more … Continue reading
Dust of an Unlucky Moon
I don’t know if she was born in the dust of an unlucky moon, sneezed at the wrong time, or was under the rug when God passed out the good luck genes. Bad luck seems to follow my daughter around … Continue reading
The Road Trip
We decided to drive to Texas instead of flying. Besides saving money, we could see the countryside. Thing is, there isn’t anything to see between here and Texas except trees. It was pretty much like driving through a green tunnel … Continue reading
Dream Car
Age 16 – I wanted a sports car. I had my driver’s license and all teens want wheels. I sat on the steps and watched a friend drive by with a low, sleek, sports car. That was my dream! Instead, … Continue reading
The Accident
“Hello, Mom?” I was at work and it was my daughter calling. I had to put another call on hold to answer. “Hold on for a minute.” “Mom, I can’t, it’s an emergency!” “Just a minute, I’ll be right back.” … Continue reading
High, Higher, Highest
I am not going to write a column on the high price of gasoline! Who cares what the price of gasoline is? Well, my honey cares. Every time we drive past the corner station, he complains. “Look at that!” “What?” … Continue reading
The Wrong Turn
It isn’t every day that a writer has a story land practically right in their lap, but that is exactly what happened to me. It was a rather nice late August day, not as humid as your average summer day … Continue reading
