convertible is, so I’m told, on the mend.
For six weeks, I’ve been without her.
Begging and borrowing vehicles on the fly.
Never knowing from one day to the next what I’ll be driving.
As much as I miss my car, I miss my Outer Banks bumper sticker, which I proudly displayed on my hood, more.
Pirate’s Paradise it proclaimed.
On my hood.
I miss that sticker nearly as much as I miss my car.
I want a Jeep, yes, but on my timeline.
And the OBX sticker is a dealbreaker.
I suppose the only thing (family not included) I love more than my car is the OBX.
I want that sticker, preferably still attached to my car.
Hope springs eternal, right?
And so it does.
Spring eternally, that is.
A Photographer's Heart 