Fargo

That's what I named my truck. She's a beaut. Takes me from 0 to 60 in minutes flat. Just kidding. But she is a V6 full size half-ton. She gets the job done. My first car, a yellow 1971 Chrysler Newport, I named "Big Bertha." I have never since seen a car that big before. I should have measured it. Big motor, she passed everything but the gas station! I think I tried to fit a football team inside once, they just about all fit. My next vehicle was a red '88 Chev Beretta. Great car and very reliable. She took me to North Carolina and back one year. When I sold her she had over 270,000 clicks and was still running great. Her name was "Flo" because one time the gas pedal got stuck. Vehicle number three, which I still own but is parked at my parent's, received the name "Blanche." That's french for "white" (or at least that's what I thought). She is a white 1990 Pontiac Sunbird, also a reliable car. Except for the anti-freeze that leaked all over my parent's garage floor. I'll have to get her fixed sometime. And so the pattern of "B" and "F" names continues with Fargo. She's a white 1991 Chev 1/2 ton, with a 4.3L V6. She has also been reliable for the amount of use I've gotten out of her in the last 2 months.

Anyway, we still await the results of dad's CT scan. We should know by Monday at the latest what has happened in his body during the last 6 months.