What's odd is what my wife and I have been going through this week. For the past seven years, we've been caring for my father, who had spinal stenosis, a degenerative condition of the spinal column that cost him the use of his legs in 2001. He died this past Sunday afternoon. In all those years, the two of us weren't both gone from the house at the same time for longer than four hours. In fact, aside from two trips of less than three days each that I had to make back home to Iowa to take care of stuff that couldn't be handled any other way, neither of us has even been farther than a half-hour's travel time from our house in seven years. We've hardly even been to any movies in theaters (the last time we went was to see the remake of King Kong). We've had no time for hobbies, as it's a fairly major undertaking to have someone who's basically dependent on you (and unlike a child, you can't tell an adult with all their wits intact to quit whining or give them some vague answer so they go away and leave you alone). My wife and I used to do a lot of jigsaw puzzles together, and shortly before all this started, we were playing with a Sims game we had on our old computer. I guess now we'll have time to start doing stuff for ourselves again.

One other thing: My dad always liked my '70 Challenger and was real interested in the new one. I'm sorry he didn't get to see it.