Goodbye Double 7

Goodbye old faithful truck. You left us Sat. morning, but you will forever be in our hearts. I hope your new owner, the one in the background, is as good as his word to keep you mostly intact and onto your 2 and 3 life.

I don't know if we explained that your name is Double 7 or J-Dub (spelled JW, short for James William). But I think whatever you are renamed, it will be kind. This girl will remember you fondly as really the only truck she ever remembers her dad driving. (The one he drove before you had holes around the gear shifts. I could see the pavement flying by through them. It scared me that I might be sucked out.) So I thank you for all the safer travel and means of getting to fishing holes and hauling loads. Remember all the crazy times, like that certain pasture fire and the time there were so many people squeezed in you we could hardly shut your doors. I know I will. Forever and smile.



On a side note, totally unrelated, while Matthew and I were enjoying the evening outside tonight, the coyotes started howling and one came into the side yard. If Scamp is worthless for everything else, I will always be thankful to him for charging and barking them away. During that charge I was stuffing my child inside to safety. Gotta love the country!