I want a pick up with a bench seat, AM radio and a spare in the bed with a oil and dust coated truck jack, an old pair of leather gloves, both left handed, some rusty chain, a gun rack, and 4 tires from different makers. A ripped and worn map of Alberta and a blue garter on the rear view. The crack in the wide driver side mirror won't bother me, and the smoke at the back is nothing a nice quart of 50w won't fix. I'm sorry about the cigar ash, I'll dump it someday when the sun is too bright in the west and I pull over to watch the combines in the summer heat, sun streaming gold through the evening rays while they are taking off the wheat. We won't ever need A/C. Keep your pod, pad, phone and pit(iful) bull dog. I got the sun and a border collie ridin shotgun. Gravel roads, minor keys, and fishin with the grandson.

Maybe you, your ball and chain, and Janis can ride on into the sunset if your prayers are answered, I just need to check under some mattress and find me a pickup.

Rock on.

John Conley
Musica est vita