Mr. L was a good friend’s father. When I was in high school. And in spirit he took on that role that my own father left
behind when he left this world –
caring for me in those ways that men do – with cars. And
caring for me emotionally. Though
I didn’t fully realize it at the time.
Mr. L gave me so much laughter. And I suppose I him as well. Though he was only laughing on the inside. But I knew he was laughing.
The standard vignette:
I’m 17 and driving my own car. Amazing. I
drive up to my friend's house.
Mr. L comes charging out the front door, all focus and
determination. He’s going to save
me from my ignorant automotive self.
I’m ordered to pop the hood that he then promptly opens. The lecture begins. OMG – the fluids are low! Have I seen how dirty the air filter
is?!! My tires need more air. It’s a cross between a
lecture and a tirade. But a
tirade thick with love and one that made me laugh endlessly. Even as a teenager I could feel the
love. The car inspection from Mr.
L every, absolutely every, time I pulled up to my friend’s house.
It’ a memory of love and laughter that I now cherish.
Thank you Mr. L for being there for me and for all the
laughter that I so much needed.
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