Keep on a movin

Been a while. I  choose to blame it on  getting older rather than neglect. Been feeling like nothing  I have to say is really important anyway, that or nobody’s listening.(smile)  Another thing about getting older is you tend to care less and less either way; a dangerous attitude. You can way too easily find yourself ghosting through life, observing but not participating. This is me trying to step back into it.
But all that is kind of off track.

 Today is about my van. I had the thing at least fifteen years and it was used when I bought it, the latest in a long line of vans dating back to my late twenties. More than a simple passenger van . It was symbolic of. a younger me, one that dreamed of conversions to camper and the ultimate freedom said camper would provide . With a wife and three kids, not to mention being eternally poor, said dream was never going to happen. But it was the dream.(smile) and sustained many a depressive phase.

It gave up the ghost last week suffering from a series of cascading system failures. Now he’s gone, replaced by a perfectly functional and competent econo 🚗. I’m actually okay with things. Just wanted to take a moment to say bye to another part of my youth.

 Bye old man!

The new kid.