‘Pst! Hey you! Wanna buy a good used car, cheap?’ ~ July 18, 1985
David Heiller The heat is on to buy a new car, or at least a newer one than the 1979 Bobcat which we currently own. The 1979 Mercury Bobcat. Ours was red. Ours should have been dead. The Bobcat had no heat, so the year I worked part time in McGregor, David wrapped baby Noah in a sleeping bag, and then we would tuck me in. He closed the gigantic door by lifting and pushing, and off I would go through the wilds of the Arthyde swamp. The return home was more complicated, since you did need a second adult to close the door. It was a long and cold winter. The heat is coming from my wife, from my family, from my wife’s family, from every direction but the car itself. You see, the car, Lucy, doesn’t have any heat. That’s one of her drawbacks. The heater hasn’t worked for two winters. But that doesn’t bother me, at least not now. “Face it David, this car is i...