My late grandmother loved her mighty white Lincoln. It was fitting that it led the way to her burial plot yesterday. She had it for years with my grandfather and drove it for as long as she could after he passed away until macular degeneration took her from behind the wheel. I've seen and have ridden in this car for years. It wasn't until yesterday that I looked at the license plate.
Was it my grandmother or my grandfather who were Van Halen fans? I'll never know.
The fate of the car is up in the air. It could be sold off. It could be taken by one of the four daughters. All I want now is to drive it next summer to the nearest outside fish n' chip place while the old radio blares "Panama."
Was it my grandmother or my grandfather who were Van Halen fans? I'll never know.
The fate of the car is up in the air. It could be sold off. It could be taken by one of the four daughters. All I want now is to drive it next summer to the nearest outside fish n' chip place while the old radio blares "Panama."
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