Thursday after the rain

Last night was a rainy slow down evening. The television news show were all showing the same stories. Even the storms, were in a mild rainy pattern including the Hurricane downgraded to Tropical Storm Dolly. After a hot dog dinner, I just plopped on the couch and fell asleep for awhile. I don't remember what stirred me to get up, but the rain storm at the beach was over and the dark night was settling in. It had turned so dark that the house across the street was barely visible. It was a good night for television. There was a Disney movie about a dog who saves the day for a young school boy and teaches him the true meaning of friendship. I thought the movie was a bit corny in places, but I stuck it out to the end. I had to see the boy and the dog live happily after . Remembering back to one of the cool cars, I got to drive was my sister's Green Barracuda. It did not have power steering and drove like a tank. However, it felt as sturdy as a tank. It had a radio, the seats were fairly soft and the windows were roll down by hand. The headlight controls were pretty basic and it had no frills. It was a V-8 engine and had power when you applied the gas. I was driving this car around the time the song" Barracuda" came out. I thought I was kind of cool. Glendon, my sister gave the car to my Grandfather which I could understand, but I sure missed driving the car. My Grandfather used the Barracuda to make trips to the store and to pick mom and I up from the train station. Two things that my Grandfather didn't care for were those who flashed their headlights at him when he was night driving and when someone would speed passed him just to fly down the road. When he would be flashed at by headlights from the other car, my Grandfather would flash his headlights right back at the driver who started the issue. I was small and did not understand his reasoning. I thought he should of left the issue alone." Don't bother them and they won't bother you" I thought. Plus, when a driver would speed passed him he would tell me that his house was on fire. This was my Grandfather's reasoning for the passing driver. I know the Barracuda got sold when my Grandfather could not drive anymore, but I don't know who bought the car. This is just a faded car memory.