Grandpa's Truck
I bought my grandpa's truck today. I used to hide in the back with my cousin Anthony and duck down in the bed when cars passed by on Garfield Street. Our moms would get mad at us because the bed liner would make our bare feet black. I remember riding with him to go fishing, go to the store, go to coffee, go to a baseball game, go on a trip to the zoo or out to his garden. He always had a lumbar pillow that had to be placed just right before we went anywhere. We would often make a secret pit stop at a gas station for a Snickers bar so grandma wouldn't know. Sometimes he would bribe me with a candy bar of my own just so I wouldn't let the secret slip out. Even as I drove it away from his house months after his death and years after he stopped smoking, I caught a slight wiff of the familiar smell of his pipe. I hope that every day I catch a wiff of his pipe, even if it is just my imagination. The next time I drive it I will stop at our local gas station and pick up a Snic...