“It’s time, Dad,” I announced. With winter weather in the recent past, and any remaining snows sure to melt fast, I told him the time had come to park his faithful Suburban in the garage and for me to take my extended turn parking in the driveway, where guests should park their cars. But, before the Suburban would fit in the garage, I had to stow the kayaks somewhere, and just in time for kayak season on the Jordan River. The big car would not fit in the garage with the kayaks leaning against the wall. I was not too thrilled with Dad’s idea about where to keep one of the kayaks, but as I had no better ideas, I gave his a try. Reorganizing the various gardening and cleaning and camping and bar-b-que supplies, I cleared a top storage shelf and heaved up a kayak. To my surprise, the boat fit perfectly on the high shelf, anchored by two stiff bungie cords (so it would not fall on Mom’s cute Subaru). With my Outback parked in the driveway, I exchanged the ice scraper for the windshield visor. Dad’s beloved car will sleep sheltered in the garage starting tonight. He said just yesterday as we drove to the Post Office and then to the grocery store, “I just love my car.”
I understand completely where your dad is coming from ! I loved my suburban also but lost it to the second Skull Valley Fire that raged thru that area where l lived there on the west side in the Stansbury Mountain Range !
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