Fomenting A Rebellion

“If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.” ::Abigail Adams

Ode to Vern March 14, 2005

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For those of you unaware, Vern is my blue VW Beetle that I have had for over five and a half years. This spring break I prepare to say goodbye to Vern and his multiple ailments that have manifested over the past year. Some fond memories:

– I was surprised with Vern three weeks after my birthday. I was expecting my dad’s old Volvo, and instead I got a brand new, brite blue bubble. My mom documented the whole event – I think the waitress at the diner thought I was having seizures. It was amazing.

– At one time I had an entire closet in my trunk/backseat. Once, my friend Carrie had to sit atop of the pile in the backseat to ride to the high school. I was surprisingly undisturbed by this. Now I’m mortified.

– My freshman year of college Shannon sent me a totally rad hula girl to put on Vern’s dash. I named the hula girl Bob. Think about it, it makes complete sense. Vern and Bob love eachother, and tomorrow I must cerimoniously remove Bob from her home. Sad times.

– A number of people have contributed to my goal of having every typical car paraphenalia in my car. In high school I had the DeSoto ’01 tassel (which quickly came down after I graduated). My brother gave me a pair of fuzzy blue dice. Josh unwittingly provided me with a strand of gold Mardi Gras beads which hang from my rearview mirror (Thanks, by the way). Of course, there’s Bob on the dash courtesy of Shannon. Coleman gave me a pine tree air freshener to accompany the beads (oddly enough, the pine tree is red and smells like cherry). Oh, and I have a severely beat up steering wheel cover as well. If I’m missing anything, I have no idea what it is.

– Let’s not forget the late-night stalking with Candace of a certain Baylor organization – in retrospect, the brite blue bubble car probably wasn’t the best to follow people around in. A little conspicuous perhaps.

– Vern helped move me to college, visit friends in Brownwood and Austin, go see my grandparents in Tyler, and just get me around town. He was a good little bug.

All in all, Vern has been good to me; however, like any good mama, I must now send him out into the world to survive on his own. I’ll never forget the memories, and let’s face it – I never would have met Tony the mechanic if it weren’t for Vern. All’s well that ends well, and this story does. So farewell Vern, thanks for the memories.


The Countdown March 7, 2005

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