April 11th, 2008

Once upon a time, I drove a smokin' hot sportscar. And buckled into the front seat (whenever there were no human passengers) was Doc, the Dwarf. Whenever I was in my Firebird, Doc was there. Smiling at me, no matter what I did behind the wheel (road rage wasn't named yet, but boy, did I have it, even back then!). I found it calming to have such a happy creature sitting beside me as I drove around the Island.



Doc was retired years ago - he's spending his golden years at mom and dad's house, surrounded by about 18 years' worth of stuffed animal collection. Now, I have a retro plush Piglet for company in the car. And there's something about the way the tips of his ears tremble as we rumble over Belt Parkway bumps that just makes me smile. He doesn't complain when I miss a note, singing along with the radio. He just hangs around, quiet, cute, and willing to keep me company no matter what. I can live with that.