good-bye, gladys.

Well, that's the end of her. Gladys is dead, and the proceeds are benefitting NHPR (I think). With her leaky trunk, rusted spare, broken passenger-side window, wilted ceiling, dented side, seized calipers, and broken radio, you'd think I'd be doing leaps for joy! Well, you'd think right. But first I had a moment of silence in that old hunk of metal.

I thanked her for not breaking down until I pulled into my driveway.

I yelled at the chipmunks that tried to make a home in her engine.

I lovingly gave her a last, thorough vacuuming.

Together we sat in silence, as I reminisced about our days traveling to Vermont, New York, and Maine.

I turned the reading lamps on and off.

When I came home today from Manchester--my not-so-distant-future home--she was gone.

...moving on. Did you hear I bought a new car? :)