Well. It was still only about four o’clock so I decided I’d go into the garage and let sleeping dogs lie there. I snickered proudly when I saw Cat One had her butt in his face. Teach him to pass out when I wanted him. So I went into the garage and looked at the car. It was extremely dirty and dusty and even though it had been covered, now had cat footprints all over it. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to be honest. Here was this free gift, from my grandfather via my dad, probably loved by the former and detested, like me, by the latter. I wondered if I could get some decent money out of it if I cleaned it up, and we could make it run. A hundred bucks would be nice.
Idly I kicked the tires. I wished I knew more about cars but frankly, for a blue-collar worker, I was just not into machines. Scuba gear, air tanks, underwater welding equipment, yeah, piece of cake. Cars; not so much. What the hell was a ‘four-ten’ anyhow, some type of Dodge? An import? What?