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I read Nancy Drew when she drove a roadster, not a convertible. I have no idea what she drives now – a cross over SUV? Today I saw a little Pontiac with only two seats, but I really would like a car with a teeny backseat so a second friend or a dog could come along. I also wanted my hair to be curly, although way back when, it was blonde like Nancy’s . . . but straight.  And I thought Carson was such a cool name for a father.

I started out with the Bobbsey Twin books – Freddie and Flossie and Bert and Nan. F & F were the younger twins. I think I was somewhere between their ages when I started reading. I didn’t think of myself as Flossie, but I liked Freddie, felt safe with him. I had a blond cousin who was much older named Alfred but we all called him Freddie, because everyone except me had know him when he was just a little fellow.

They said when he was a boy he would always come downstairs in the morning with a smile on his face. He died 21 years ago –  lung cancer. We still refer to him as Freddie. I remember he had a Willys and it was yellow and had a canvas top; one time, when I was little, he came from Purdue to pick up my mother and me and take us to Grandma’s.

Today I bought a burgundy Buick; we have always like Buicks and I can remember back in 1954 we had a Buick Special . . . and it had holes in the sides. It was blue; like I said, this one is burgundy with grey inside. I have never been much for caring what a car looked like-although, I usually do more than flip a coin to choose.

Ah, now the car seems more of a deep red than a burgundy. Oh, well. Let’s us do a little Indian Dance for the longevity and health of this bigger reddish car.

To tell the truth, the little green car wasn’t that little either – shoot, I loved that car – it was more of a smaller rectangle on top of a bigger rectangle. it had real foglights, the kind that stand by themselves on the front  between the grill and the headlight. I should bring it home and just go out and run the engine to hear the purr – problem is, diesel’s so darned expensive now, dontcha know.

One little prayer: Please don’t let me forget and put diesel in this new gasoline car.

Waurika, Oklahoma, which will be having it’s annual rattlesnake roundup this weekend, will also host the Western Writers Roundup at the at the same time. The Times Record News online site put this paragraph in its list of events:

WESTERN WRITERS ROUNDUP April 12, Chisholm Trail Historical Museum, Waurika. Ninth annual gathering of published authors residing in and/or writing about the American West. A chuck wagon lunch served at noon. (580) 228-2166.

I don’t know if there will be an upcoming abundance of snake stories or not; on the other hand, I don’t know how many writers will even leave the Chisholm Trail Historical Museum.

Here’s an idea: since the theme is snakes, maybe the town should host a lawyers convention instead of a writers roundup. JOKING . . .JOKING.