you had a great uncle who was an alcoholic, the old man spoke as I drove down backroads among old trucks…slow Plymouths…semi-trailers in search of freedom…

yea…he was a drunk…his wife too, pop paused…kept on looking at Dodges…Jeeps…Fords, She died of a shot liver…damn near pickled that thing…probably did…

he wound up dead one night after he’d picked her up from the hospital…she was up on the tenth floor tryin’ to dry out…they never dry out…, I just kept on driving..and driving…listening…

yea he got run over by a truck while he was changin’ a tire on the side of the road…that really put her in the nut-house…she never came out of it…I think she died there…

oh well…how far are we…I’m gettin’ hungry..