The Last Ride
When I got out of work, his tire was flat. I changed it and we went home. A day later I took Boris to Sears to get a new set of tires. They told me that the spring was shot and would cost about $3000 to fix.
I asked if I could get back home.
They said maybe.
Boris and I drove home slowly. He didn't know it was the last ride.
Names
Apologies to Russian Peasants
My good friend Rob has a habit of naming things. I'm Neckbone. Our friend from Green Bay is Kid Ashwaubenon. He named my 1996 Ford Taurus, Boris.
Strangely enough, Boris seemed to take on a personality because of his name.
Like a Russian peasant he was:
- Loyal
- Dependable
- A bit smelly
Hard to Say Goodbye
Boris sits in the driveway now. I find myself having a hard time calling my uncle to come and tow Boris away. Every time I walk to the alley I feel like Boris is asking me when we're going to go for a ride.
I don't have the heart to tell him that we're not.
