1987 Ford R.I.P.

"A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child."

- Dr. Forest E. Witcraft, Within My Power

I junked my commuting car recently. I bought the car for $3,250 when it was already 10 years old, and I drove it for 10 more years. That one car saved me a lot of money for a long time.

My co-workers thought I was crazy for driving a "bomb". My relatives said I should have sold it long ago to a poor, starving college student. And considering the status of the paint job at the very end, I'm sure the neighbors were quite happy to see it go as well. My children, however, cried and cried as the tow truck drove away.

Small children are not so impressed by gloss and style and status. They saw only only thing: fun memories of traveling and being together in that car. Many people spend their whole life never really understanding things that are obvious to preschool children...