June 10, 2019

My father-in-law and I were talking about cars the other day, our favourite cars. And without giving it much thought, I said that the Range Rover Classic is the car I’d love to drive, if I ever learn how. I’d also be happy zipping around in an Alfa Romeo Giulietta Spider. But this morning, as I walked to the pool, I saw my absolute favourite car parked in my neighbourhood. The Jeep Wagoneer. It’s so old fashioned that it’s cool, and the wooden paneling reminds me of my Grandmother’s trusty Mercury. When she died, we had the option of driving it back from Palm Beach to Toronto, and to this day I regret not doing so. She was always encouraging my brother and I –– neither of us had any interest in driving –– to get a license. So, if one day I find myself behind the wheel of a car, I hope it’s a wagon, in homage to her.


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