“I should have never let pop sell the farm”.
“He was getting to old for it” his wife reassured him.
John didn’t see it that way. He stared at the old neglected truck, a tear rolled down his cheek. It looked lonely, useless now, rusting away behind the fence.
“That was one tough truck, not like they make em’ today. There was nothing to break…I bet we could fire that workhorse up. It worked right till its last day.”
“Do you wanna go?” his wife asked.
John didn’t want to go.
“What time are visiting hours at the nursing home?”