Who Drives a Malibu?

Can you believe I’m Spring-Breaking? But, Paula Prentiss is too old for a wild week. And Deleana has other plans -- plans other than me!

But after my heavy posting last week, I’ve decided to lighten up a bit with a little game for you.

In a recent Dear Abby or Ann Landers column, some letter writers shared an interesting observation -- some people drive a car that relates to their occupation. For example, one writer said the prison warden in her area drove an Escape. Another knew a fire chief who drove a Blazer. 

So, now you get the drift -- can you match a career/occupation/life-style that calls for a certain named auto?

Would a private eye drive a Shadow?

A CIA agent a Stealth?

A gigolo an Escort?

Let’s see what you might come up with!!

I spent a few days in NC over Easter and visited the grave sites of my grandfather and baby sister. The poem below came from my visit.

Welcome, Candy Fore to Badger Drift!

              For Lois, 1944 -- 1996

I stand again behind the stone above

Your resting bones and looking south I view

The mountains, gathered pleats of scenery veiled

In mist, and whitened trailers nestled down

Below besmirching pristine postcard scenes.

The vista chosen years ago when all

That showed from Grampa’s plot were far-off hills,

A lonely cyprus standing guard beside

A stone-front church, and silent granite rows

To mark that congregation of the dead.

Your stone proclaims the dates of birth and death --

Your three-score-ten complete in fifty-two --

But not a word about your life, your loves.

We living must proclaim what stone cannot:

The life Lois lived between those dates.

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