Reflections

A picture in time. I don't remember the date. Just the period of my life. I remember driving my 1972 Cutlass Supreme north on Jefferson between Hall Road and 21 mile. The car so waxed and polished I could drive from the reflection of the road shining up at me from the hood.

I loved that car. I remember staring into the hood looking at the reflection and thinking, something just isn't right. I was doing all the right things, working hard, building a career, building a family yet something was wrong. I was doing what I was supposed to do-- not what I wanted to do.

The refection of the road, the oncoming cars, the deep blue sky all had the underlying golden hue of the cars body color. But you can't drive by staring at the reflection. I bought a new car this week; a dark red Dodge Charger. It has been nine years since I got a new car. Nine troubled years.

I can mark periods of my life by the cars I've owned. Perhaps this new Charger will mark a new period.