It’s Friday, the eleventh
of January. Trey and I have
been together the entire
time, a long, spectacular
semester break, almost over.
My car is out of impound,
thanks to a generous loan
from Brad. I asked Mom,
but she was still pissed
about Christmas and told
me to come up with the two
hundred sixty bucks on my
own. I tried Leigh, too, but
she’s tapped out from her
trip. Airfare isn’t cheap.
Brad’s tow buddy brought
the LTD home. It’s in the garage,
in need of a new radiator.
The nose-down gig sent the fan
smack through the old one.
That will have to wait until
I come up with a few hundred
dollars. The car can use a little
bodywork, too, but not much.
Those classic Fords are tough.
And anyway, Old Man Winter
has seriously arrived. More than
five feet of snow have fallen.
Not enough plows to go around,
even the streets are piled high.