The Skittle Car

A photo of my mother and I. Sadly, no pictures of the green car are to be found.

The car was skittle green and ailing, a ridiculous little monstrosity missing, among other things, the entire back seat. My mom drove this vehicle for much longer than you would believe a $300 car could function and she did so with a great deal of humor and, it seemed to me, a tremendous level of self respect. Recalling the whole situation with a hearty laugh when she told stories of what else “just broke off, the dumb thing.” She had promptly put some…