This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Automobile Memories Growing up I never worried about toxic emissions from internal combustion engines or catalytic converters. My focus was on watching Grandpa Frank drive, watching him use the clutch and break to stop, or the way he shifted gears as he steered his standard transmission Ford automobile. I remember him bitching when gas prices rose from fifty cents a gallon to seventy-five cents. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |