[OldDave]

I'm reminded of my beloved grandfather, Joe Evans. He spent his life growing a successful dairy farm in NW Arkansas. At age 70 he decided it was time to retire and move to Lubbock Texas to be near kids. He had never owned a car, only pickups. So when they got to Lubbock he went to the Ford dealer (always owned a Ford truck). The salesman asked what he wanted. He said he wanted a blue one, and pointed at the biggest Lincoln on the lots. I think he had visions of how many bales of hay would fit in the trunk. Pulled out his wallet and paid him in cash. (Love my granddad.) He took it home and drove into the garage of the new house. I should mention the farm house didn't have a garage so this was new. He promptly drove it about 24 inches into the kitchen. Turns out the biggest Lincoln was about a foot longer than the garage. Took it back and told the guy he wanted a shorter one. Didn't care what color or model.

Now there is an easy customer. I'm sorry about your accident. I know you feel bad, but you brought back a fond memory of someone who meant the world to me and has been gone 40 years. Thanks.