THE CHAPTERS OF LIFE
There was a time when I owned a 1968 Camaro. Yes, “owned,” as in past tense. It was the daily driver of my uncle back in his youth, so there was a bit of sentimental value attached to the car, but not a lot. And, honestly, all I could see at that time was the rotting floorboards, rusting quarter panels … and the pieced-out engine in the trunk. Although I had very big ideas, the fact of the matter was that car required a lot of time and a lot of money to get reality to catch up to my dreams. At that point in my life, I needed a newer truck and cash to pay the daycare bills of the kids … so I traded her for a $1,200 check…