“…and somehow she knew that the two of them would spend a life together in a Little League parking lot.” I know, I know, she’s just a car, right? but she is so much more, and literally, at this point in the game, I love the character you have given her, though I never thought I would say this, I love this beautiful, endearing relationship between a car and a Knuckleball artist .
Now, after reading each chapter of the Knuckle Ball Artist, I drive by those same V-Beetles forever parked in the farm fields or left in a clearing in the forest; I day dream of the Sleepmobile ( when I am the passenger of course). If each one had a ghost writer, imagine the stories they could tell.
“…and somehow she knew that the two of them would spend a life together in a Little League parking lot.” I know, I know, she’s just a car, right? but she is so much more, and literally, at this point in the game, I love the character you have given her, though I never thought I would say this, I love this beautiful, endearing relationship between a car and a Knuckleball artist .
She may only be a car, but she’s our car now. Thank you for taking her under your wing. ❤️
(Remember long ago when you sent me pictures of the Bugs in the forest? That stayed with me.)
Now, after reading each chapter of the Knuckle Ball Artist, I drive by those same V-Beetles forever parked in the farm fields or left in a clearing in the forest; I day dream of the Sleepmobile ( when I am the passenger of course). If each one had a ghost writer, imagine the stories they could tell.