tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post858345837867012724..comments2012-10-09T18:53:48.200-05:00Comments on The Journey Begins With One Step: Farewell Fine FreedomNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740562889506321916noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post-8607151721632868532008-03-08T19:25:00.000-06:002008-03-08T19:25:00.000-06:00I think we all have memories like this--thus it's ...I think we all have memories like this--thus it's very good literature. My husband and I had a red 49 Ford convertible. We thught we needed that $300 when we sold it. Worse, I thought I couldn't drive it from Phoenix to LA when we move. My how times have change. The cre is worth thousands and I drive any damn place I want. (-:<BR/><BR/>Best,<BR/>Carolyn Howard-Johnson<BR/>www.howtodoitfrugally.comCarolyn Howard-Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15041591136206289558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post-21421846326221433852008-03-08T17:10:00.000-06:002008-03-08T17:10:00.000-06:00mmm i recently parted with a small car that had (t...mmm i recently parted with a small car that had (through no fault of its own) become surplus to requirements. originally belonging to my grandmother, it had come to live with us when she moved in (to our house). then when she joined the Big Sleep in 2002, we drove it. gradually the children have acquired licenses and saved for their very own chariots...and I (for the first time ever) bought myself a car (after a lifetime of gratefully driven handmedowns). The Beastie is entirely satisfying, so little Blunbintle (Grandmother's car) spent increasing hours doing nothing. i debated selling, but it seemed wrong. a couple of weeks ago we put it on a truck and sent it East as a present to my auntie. she loves it, and putters happily to the shops in her new blue broomstick. a happy new beginning for the little wheeled one!india flinthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01510066677833871579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post-15406238987004116542008-03-08T00:09:00.000-06:002008-03-08T00:09:00.000-06:00Parting is such sweet sorrow...happy travels.Parting is such sweet sorrow...happy travels.Mrs. G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post-90654633523038359792008-03-07T14:35:00.000-06:002008-03-07T14:35:00.000-06:00I remember when you got it. I remember what it mea...I remember when you got it. I remember what it meant to you. So, that sense of discovering and allowing who you are into who you will be...what's next, Blossom?Camelliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17350737352071160386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post-63213693820256133952008-03-06T17:30:00.000-06:002008-03-06T17:30:00.000-06:00Yup, that was a nice bike. -sniff- Hasta la vist...Yup, that was a nice bike. -sniff- Hasta la vista!! I hope I can ride your next one.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05695655121246323643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857556.post-11211878172334879862008-03-05T12:33:00.000-06:002008-03-05T12:33:00.000-06:00Thanks for your post, Nicole. What a wonderful tri...Thanks for your post, Nicole. What a wonderful tribute to your bike and your former self.<BR/><BR/>AllynAllyn Evanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01836010593995404252noreply@blogger.com