“A good while before I ever owned an automobile—perhaps at 23 or 19—my father took me to look at aged Jeeps—now disposed of and on sale at the post office. They were pale and dirty. Four-speed manual transmission. They sold for five hundred bucks and were missing a side door or window. Dad thought that would be a bargain and a car I could drive. It didn’t seem appealing to me at the time, but then decades later during a morning at the barbershop, a woman with the mail appeared. Her vehicle was parked right out front.As she left and drove away, one of the barbers said, ‘I’d like to own one of those one day.’
“‘Why?’
“‘I don’t know. Maybe because they’re different.’”
~~ from “Chinese Sun” by Alex Kudera
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