I’m ending March in the back seat of a car. Dad’s Mercury Grand Marquis. He SAYS everybody wants it. He THINKS it’s hawt. And sexy. The envy of all people. Everywhere.
And I just think about how many times he’s farted into the leather seats. And cracked the window. And blamed the non-existent paper mill for the stink.
But Dad’s prize got me from milepost 0 to milepost 442 on the Natchez Trace. It never sputtered. Didn’t fail to start. Always ran.
His Mercury Grand Marquis deserves
a character mention.
Because it’s part of DAD’S character.
The Huffington Post calls it “one literary ride you don’t want to miss!” What are you waiting for? Read Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace. Be inspired to Make a Memory of your very own.
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