We picked up our new (13-year-old) truck today, and it’s happily parked in front of our house in Outremont. The plan is to take it to Queensborough the next time we go, and it will primarily be used there. A great way to transport to the dump the horrid 1970s “wood” panelling that can’t come off the kitchen walls soon enough.
Raymond seems quite taken with his truck, and continues to cackle when friends ask when he’ll be getting the requisite gun rack. Me, I think the right accessory for a truck is a dog. A beagle named Kip.
One other bonus of our truck: it has a cassette player. Gracious, a chance (because, yes, there are still cassette tapes hanging about our place) to enjoy that primitive, fragile and clunky technology all over again!