Gave
up my car and driving a few years back.
On
the plus side, no more buying gas and oil, no
licensing
and taxes, no more washing, waxing,
scraping
of ice in winter, no more crazed drivers
on
the Interstate, no driving round and round
looking
for a parking space, no meter maids and
tickets
or insurance to be paid. I can taxi, hitch
a
ride, order by mail or do without. After 50-years
as
an automotive slave, I can adapt. I wash my
hands
as a liberated free man. (Eat your heart out
Henry
Ford.) Two fewer keys to search for when
I’ve
got to go and time’s running low. In fact, I
measure
my key to success in life by how many
locks
and keys I have managed to release. Only
two
remain on my lightweight chain—one to the
front
door of my apartment, and the other for the
mailbox,
a renter’s “must have” at any rate. And
when
I expire, you can cremate me along with
my
keys, scatter my ashes over land or sea. Pitch
those
two keys into the river and let them sink into
the
deep. Management will change the locks on the
apartment
door and mailbox anyway. And where I am
headed,
I won’t care or have need for a single key. Free
from
body, soul and keys, I tell you. Free! Free! Free!
-30-
Chris
Hanch 5-3-2020
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