It was about 20 years ago. I wandered back to an empty lot in Sanford, to witness the carnage that had happened to this poor car. It was upside, and looking sad. I sat for an hour or two carefully peeling off its artwork, the only thing I had to put it on was continuous form paper from a programming project for my Quick basic class, so that is where I put it. It has been on the wall at every house that I’ve lived since then.
A couple weeks ago, I had it framed. Good or bad, Its a piece of history.
