Monday, January 21, 2008
Is anything more bleak and desolate than a January funeral in Missouri? But Cliff's Aunt Faye lived a good, long, productive life. She would have been ninety years old in April.
Cliff's brother has a buyer for our 1983 motorcycle, so we took it with us to Versailles.
They had to figure out a way to get it onto Don's rather high-off-the-ground pickup.
So they took it off our trailer. Don turned it around...
Put it back on the trailer, backwards? Huh? We don't need to take this back home with us.
Why is it back on our trailer?
Oh, I don't like the looks of this at all.
They're going to drive a 780-pound motorcycle on that narrow metal thing into Don's truck? Oh no!
Now, there should be an actual picture here of the motorcycle on that ramp. But I didn't have the nerve to watch it and take pictures, in case something awful happened. Oh no, I was huddled inside praying, with Aunt Gertrude.
Cliff's brother Phil was watching out the window. Once he told me the motorcycle was loaded, I went out and took a picture.
By the way, we got $500 more for that motorcycle than we paid a few months ago.