The Passing of an Era

It's a bittersweet fall day. The sun is shining and the leaves are glowing golden on this downright balmy November afternoon. There are birds chattering away in the trees outside.

Oh, so many birds.

The phone rang shortly after noon today, signaling the end of a beautiful relationship.

The Escort has ... gone to a farm upstate. There's lots of other cars there, too, and even some tractors and motorbikes.

As the tow-truck driver slowly winched the car onto the bed of his truck, well ... I didn't shed a tear. But I kind of loved that car.


P.S.
YOU GUYS! It's been a freaking year? Surely something is happening out there in the world of ... the world!