The Transfer plus some growth

    You know ,besides losing my dog to a better life for her and my wife,who was tired of all the hassles with the dog, and the damage to my physical being mostly brought on, I say, by the multi trips back and forth in a 75 chevy pick up with a worn out bench seat, I might be alright. We moved from like, slummo central into what looks like country singers from Canada used to sing about. We got trees, birds and hawks, a couple of owls, a roving deer herd, all that......but mostly we got AWAY......away from psychotic speed freaks wandering by our place, rumbles in the street, drag racing at two am on Fridays and drunken wanderers lost and looking.
          It's really quiet out here, and pretty as painted toenails. This is a stop on the family tour, a break in the master plan. My wifes' old and dear friend Frances lives in this big house out here, alone, shes 85 and going down slow. She is no one to trifle with, the third night we were here, I heard someone on the stairs and found her at the bottom of them holding a 357 and looking for whatever it was that was making me scream. I got her to give it to me to "carry back upstairs" by assuring her there had been no actual screaming or that at least it was over for now.
            So ,we're here until she isn't anymore and then we have to pack all kinds of shit up and move it almost to Portland. I will find a large truck to rent next time, with a good seat and sound system and an automatic transmission. If we can't get the rental for it together I'll steal a motherfucker. I have passed by the "old chevy truck syndrome" I have had and suffered from for thirty years. I'm getting a Caddilac with jukebox drive.