Tribute to our camry

It was a good car. Not a beautiful one, but a good one indeed. It had dings and dents. Scratches and scuffs. And two different paint colors, even we don't know how it all works out. It's lack of grill was a friendly smile to all who came near. It had squeaky breaks, which announced itself upon arrival, like a happy call to us: "I'm home." We've had some great memories in that car. Such as dancing bananas or the hood flying through the windshield in California traffic. It has been to the great heights of Smiths Mesa, to the great cornfields of Nebraska, and to the desert sands of Juarez Mexico. It wasn't a perfect car, it had its problems, like all of us. One might say its second home was Frank's Mobile Auto Repair. This car had a truly great run. One that not all cars get. Not all cars have been so strong or carismatic. Its dimples were proof of its character. We lay it peacfully to rest between the camper and the greenhouse. It had a tragic end, but as a phoenix rising from its ashes, it will live again. It is part of our eternal family. As I pour over the keyboard with tears in my eyes, I would like to say adieu. Goodbye Brenda and farewell my dear, dear friend and companion.


-Mason Stout