Another American Adventure: Finally!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Finally!

Finally! The beloved Jeep that John drove for 23 years has been replaced by this nifty looking thing -- a 2009 Nissan Murano. Nice! Lots of good adventures ahead. Boy I wish I were there ... I hear it has "seat warmers" in it. That's really going to come in handy in Florida! John doesn't know how to act with a "new" car; he's worried about people hitting him and the like.

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BarbaraFebruary 19, 2011 at 7:20 PM
Congratulations! Gorgeous colour and beautiful car! I know the worry John has. Eventually there is the scratch and life returns to normal.
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Sally ClayFebruary 20, 2011 at 3:52 AM
Cool car. Is it electric?
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 20, 2011 at 4:57 AM
No, not electric :-( ... that's for me when I get my replacement (I'm not saying "new") car.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.