Awhile ago I woke up one morning and went to to the computer to check the e-mail. There, in the old, discarded remnants of unread spam and soon-to-be-deleted messages, was "Find your '55 Chevy Here!" - a message from OldCarTrader. I had visited their site often and once even tried to contact one of their advertisers.
As I sat and looked at that message ... "Find you '55 Chevy Here!" ... a sudden realization hit me. I didn't care. The was no ache in the pit of my stomach thinking about it. I have had that ache ever since I was a shifter for Big George. It had gotten worse ever since I sold my '55 years ago and it was odd not feeling that fire. But I didn't. It was gone.
My wife doesn't believe it. I've had it too long.
But gone it is. No matter how hard I try to feel it, it' s not there. Not now. And maybe never again.
Damn.
