Have you ever felt some odd connection with an inanimate object? I'm not saying holding complete social interactions with such a thing, but just having a connection. Maybe for some of you it's a stuffed animal, a childhood toy or some form of a lucky token. I think an obvious one for many is a car.
Sometimes their first car. I've felt such a connection for all of the above. I have a teddy bear my late grandfather gave me before he passed away when I was 3-years-old. I still keep it close. MY first car was always close to me. Hell, I had to use it a lot of the time. That beat up old Chevrolet Lumina was my first vehicle. I was through it all with that thing.
Trips to Gettysburg, going to class at Slippery Rock, visiting family outside of Pennsylvania and even some interesting beer adventures. Many trips to festivals and breweries to check out how beer is made and to even try some. The numerous trips to Pipers Pub on the South Side to have excellent pub fare paired with a cask ale.
The time came this weekend for the two of us to part ways. That thing did more than just serve its purpose to me. It was that time, but I still feel like I betrayed a best friend. Everything always happens for a reason though.
I bid you adieu, dear Lumina.
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