Nice to know old Blue is resting comfortably with family. If he blew a leg, you wouldn’t shoot blue, would you? A lot of people who get a new lease on life with a simple knee or hip replacement. Perhaps, the same can be said for Blue. Heck, maybe there is still a donor Olds in an old salvage yard waiting to offer a transplant.
It’s strange how we can instill heart and soul into material objects. Because of that, this is a wistful moment, bidding farewell to a member of our family for over 25 years.
Back in 1990 when we bought our home, the real estate agent said, “Hey, you have a few dollars left over from your loan, why don’t you buy a car?” So we acquired a brand new Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser, a mid-sized station wagon.
330,000 miles later, here we are, standing beside Blue, who is resting quietly in the driveway.
You may think it is a stretch to give a soul to a machine, but it is not uncommon. Sea captains adopt their boats. Hearst had his Rosebud, and Davey Crocket, his trusty rifle Old Betsy.
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