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.