Mother loved the idea of traveling through life in a red convertible. It represented freedom, romance, class, fun, whimsy, a lighter side of life. She'd never even sat in one until, thanks to Harry, our local used car dealer, we borrowed one for the afternoon.
Mother drove my sister and I and her childhood friend, Ileta, all around town hoping people would "see us and talk." Five miles from home we stopped at a little cafe for homemade pie: rhubarb, strawnberry, raisin cream and coconut. Mom sat by the window so she could see who noticed "her" car.
Riding in this used red convertible, these two old friends in their late 70's glowed, over flowing with joy. They had it all. And their hair stayed in place under the plastic rain caps we thought were disgusting. My sister's and my free hair tied in knots.
The Red Convertible Travel Series is a collection of my life's inspirational moments.
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