April 29, 2010

Freeport, Texas

Couple days ago, I sat in an
old pick-up on a warm sunny day and the scent of it worked a certain magic.
Eye's closed, it was 1966 and I was headed to the beach for the very first time in my grandfather's 1946 Dodge 2 door sedan...the designated vehicle for such journey's. It was a car that welcomed sandy feet and buckets of shells, its trunk permanently packed with blankets and digging tools. Like a rocket headed for the moon, that old car transported me to a new universe.