The truck

The truck is the one thing that has operated like a trooper, without fail, despite my driving it down deeply rutted cane field paths looking for dead people. (We’ve had some murders in Corozal, Betto’s brother and girlfriend, a Canadian/American couple. Disturbing.) I haven’t missed an oil change, kept the tires and battery up, and followed all of the mechanics recommendations. I have it cleaned every now and again. I oiled the underside once.

Chrissy and Kevin are pulling the plug on the house in Harrisburg. They are in contract for a house ($540K!!!) in Wilmington. It’s huge with 55 acres. They will sell the Logan property and the Harrisburg house to put towards the new home. It will be the first time since I have known Chris that Harrisburg will not be her home. I still remember visiting her there, before Kevin, when Jake and Newt were little thirteen years ago. Things always change. I was looking at a photo of her and the kids yesterday. She is smiling, they are all smiling, and I know how happy she is to be their mom. It’s what she always wanted more than anything and I am happy for the way things turned out.