Astro

 Astro

It was one of those ignoring of the many warning flags. There we were in the “new” I-75 Motors showroom, Powers Service had just sold to The Crapps in Live Oak. Earl Smith the closet epileptic I once worked with at JCPenney was our salesman. There were supposed to be deals. Somehow we thought we needed to trade our Mazda sedan from Summers Chevrolet for a burgundy Astro. We had two young boys, we were about to get the big Collie Dillon so we needed room.

So we drove off the lot. It wasn’t long though the engine blew. There I was, driving Grandma Carters AMC Gremlin. Fortunately, Pete Crapps, whose family had bought the dealer, told us he would have the out of warranty engine replaced no charge. It was a kindness to this day I’m grateful for. We eventually traded that ole Astro, but when I see one, I think of Pete and his kindness, I think of Dillon and two boys who we could separate and have some room.