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The paperwork all got sent out for “Serenity” (my truck) to be transferred to the Kidney Foundation.  They could arrange for pickup at any time.  Earlier in the week, I emptied it out … the glove box, the back … oops!  I forgot behind the seat!  Anyway, I had a lot of stuff in there, as if I would drive off with it at any time.


I will really miss that truck.  Why do I get attached to such things?  Is it the memories?  The bond between spirits, having its own manitou?  I just hope it sees some new life in it with a new owner and purpose …