


We've all driven and ridden in the Olds over the years for various reasons. Torture chamber that it was...no AC, squeaking while you drive, screeching when you start her up, knocking from time to time, and just floating along the road like a V-8 boat guzzling gas as it went. It's been on its last leg for a while. It's been dead since the summer. And now with Mom and Dad in assisted living, it is going to be donated (if they ever come to pick it up) before the end of the year.

This is just one of the many things that needs to be taken care of up here. It's a big job and really way too much for one person. Kat does an amazing job, with the help of her husband Tom...who frankly, keeps all of us sane. We went out together the other day to pull it out of the garage, take off the license plates, brake her, and even put a little rock behind just for safety's sake! Like so much of this, it's sad. There is a sense of loss. There is a sense of change. And then there's that moving on...that isn't always part of the plan, but you just don't have any choice. Bon Voyage Bourge-Mobile-you served the folks well!