This is another post on my best friend, Marilyn. I've introduced her in other posts. Our friendship has been steady for over 50 years. We talk on the phone nearly every day.One Sunday, when Marilyn's kids were little, she and her husband decided to take their kids to a car show.
On the drive into Minneapolis, their car began sputtering and was in peril. They pulled into a service station, where they were told the car problem could be fixed but it would take at least an hour. Having no other choice, they went into the small cafe to wait for their car.
Behind the service station, the kids discovered a grave yard of old wrecked cars. The time passed quickly for them as they climbed in and out of old cars, pretending driving and could even play with an old bus. The one hour, of course, stretched into 2 hours, then three hours before Marilyn's car was repaired.
Marilyn and her husband decided it was too late to drive to the car show but didn't know how to tell the kids. What a disappointment it would be to them.
They had nearly arrived back home and were about to tell the kids how sorry they were for not being able to go to the car show, when her son said with animated enthusiasm, "Thanks for that fun time at the car show. It was the best time I've ever had. " Marilyn's girls chimed in too. "Yeah, that car show was so much fun. Can we go there again?"
Kids. It's like, "There's got to be a pony in all this horse manure."
Car shows. Shiny sleek models of the latest in cars. Look at the glitz and glamour and what car company can out-feature the others..
