Musings from a reconstructed liberal clergyperson of the United Methodist/United Church of Christ persuasion
Monday, May 21, 2012
How a truck became a metaphor
Our parents didn't leave my sister and me much stuff. Just a lot of love and a grounding in values that informs our lives to this day. But that old truck, that's a different story. This is the first of two stories inspired by a truck driven first by my Dad, then by me, and finally by my son. As you listen, I hope you will understand what I mean when I say it's not just a truck, it's a metaphor. The stories are a little long, my memories even longer, but hopefully they will bring you a little enjoyment.
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