Oh, ​the stories they could tell!


I think Montana must be where vintage cars go to die—with dignity. If I were an old car I would ask to be placed there, where people might happen upon me on spur of the moment lazy Sunday drives. It would comfort me to see them smile through their windshields through the cracks of my own and to imagine the rambling storytelling I would inspire. Yes…place me in Montana when I am at the end of my road, please.


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