Shiny Things That Move # 28
1967 Ford Galaxie 500
Parked next to a bowling alley like a Navy vet with shellshock from Midway in midcentury, up by the cold lake where I don’t have to work anymore. My car is old, but not this shiny (and sure as shit without a slick two-eighty-nine) but I can dream. Weekends, what a relief.