People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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It starts with a red stage coach
I could ride, when I was five.
It had six white horses whose
legs moved when I rode on it.
I gave it away for a toy drive.
Sand Dune Pony by Troy Nesbit,
a book that made me fall in love
with reading, with story. Escape,
if only briefly, from friends who
teased and bullied me, I thought.
The reading teacher’s portable
kiosk, where I could buy books
for fifty cents. Books I wanted
and chose myself. My exposure
to science fiction and fantasy.
My 20” Huffy Twin bicycle
with the raised handle bars and
banana seat. Oh, so cool, I did
not care that it brought me one
of my early scars–middle lip.
Though I’m not one of those
car guys, I always remember
my mother’s red, Dodge Dart
with the push button gearshift.
That was my first main ride.
And, unless red should appear
some theme, we had an electric
blue Toyota Tercel—a bit of
a lemon, if truth be told. A blue,
classic 65 Ford Mustang. Sweet.
The we in this case is my wife
and I (who I love more than
words can convey) and these
but two of the dozen cars we
have owned in over 50 years.
This love has lasted through
all ups, downs and sideways.
Things come and go. I mean.
Our 65 Mustang threw a rod
through the damn engine block.
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