Bill's Musings

Well, it had to happen. After years of using her, sitting on her, losing her, finding her, opening and closing her, and putting more money into her than I’d dare to imagine, I finally had to let her go.

She was faithful to me right to the end. She could identify me. She managed my credit, she managed my debit, and helped me to prove to others that, not only could I drive, but I was qualified to work in the trade I had. She was there for me when I checked into the hospital. We went to the movies together. She put up with my farts, and allowed me to handle her with my rough hands.

I would have kept her longer, but she was getting a little long in the tooth, a little ratty. Over the years, she literally stuck through thick and thin. She was there…