A Good Walk
The car wouldn’t start this morning, after strange behavior yesterday. Hey, it’s got 215,000 miles on it and gets 30 mpg: it’s entitled.
So I took a day’s leave and called AAA and the tow-truck driver told his dispatcher “That’s Mike!” (remember the car’s entitled). After a few hours my mechanic called to say there was a loose ground wire to the computer (probably) and a bad negative battery cable and he’d fixed it and it was only $142.65 (no monthly payment, you know) and I walked the three and a half miles to his shop, carrying Satellite Convulsions: Poems From Tin House (which I’ve enjoyed a good deal) and finishing the it on the walk. Don’t know whether it’s coincidence or relief the car’s not wholly dead or enhanced circulation, but I seemed to enjoy the poems more while I was walking than I had been earlier this morning. I even shouted “Hooray for Charles Simic” to the empty road.







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The truck’s been sitting at Rick’s for two months now, waiting for him to find a computer for a 17 yo vehicle. On the other hand, I got its tax bill today: $10.47.
My truck rusted out last year. A toyota. Went and looked at a couple late 80′s F-150s for about $1800 each. What I’d really like to find is an analogue truck from the 70s.
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