My van has begged for a good scrubbing. It stares at me every time I exit the house. "Today, right?" Thursday won. I could no longer (honestly) tell my neighbors that the grime was there, simply to keep it held together. The van is a blindingly white color, even though it's a 1996! I'm saddened to see the light greenish tint gone. Maybe I need a vehicle of that color? Summer through, (aw heck), it could even remain through Christmas... green being a seasonal color and all.
Enough stalling - I put on my shades and went to work. The radio was popping out some old stuff and that prompted another part to the tale. Three Dog Night's song, "Out in the Country" is a bit slow to wash by, but wow, did I take a journey to yesterday-land.
Originally the house I own, (inherited from my parents), was considered to be 'in the country'... 30 miles from uptown Charlotte. Today I live just inside the city limit - darn tax moguls! But the song took me back. I found myself sitting on a front yard bench, swept away by the realization that time had moved on... and rather quickly, at that. It still has that country feel... or maybe it's me allowing childhood memories to live on. As the song says..." I stand alone, and take back something worth remembering."