I will not deny it: I’m one of those people who never “met a phor” I didn’t like. (And yes, I know someone wrote a book with that title, but fact is, I’ve toyed with the phrase since nearly forever.)
I see symbolism and meaning in everything. When people say to me, “You know, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar,” I figure that, surely, they jest. I size up every situation, every person, every occurrence, on multiple levels – and often have a ball doing so.
That said, herewith is one of my favorite posts ever, which first ran in the ancient days of be whole now, circa Spring 2008. Perfect for summer – and a great opportunity for me to once again practice my own brand of automotivology after a lengthy dry spell.
Check out the original post here – and Yes! I’m open to taking your questions. Be patient, though; I usually have to do more than a bit of technical research along with consulting the All-There-Is for insight and understanding as to what’s up with your car AND your life!
As a follow-up, here’s a story including nuns, a Dodge Charger, bondage, and a miracle. Buckle up and have a ball…