The seasonal assault of pollen having pollinated itself out, I took my vehicle to the local car wash the other day. Fastidious with keeping my mosheen clean with sheen, I opted for the “wash works” package: full-service wash, sealer wax, clear coat protectant, pressure spray the undercarriage, polish wax, Armor all tires. The price of the package had escalated to $30. That’s not to say the lesser packages were cheap either. A no-frills exterior wash costs $11.
Happily motoring away from the premises, I started looking through my rearview mirror toward the distant past of the late ‘50s and early ‘60s. I espied bygone days when my sister and I would accompany my dad to the car wash. The kind where the car moves through a long tunnel on a conveyor, past abrasive brushes and dancing noodles, before a quick team vacuumed and wiped down the interior. Geneva Car Wash, one we often frequented on Douglas Avenue in North Providence, Rhode Island, which no longer exists, cost $2.00.
As Bob Dylan put it, “the times they are a-changin’”.
In my capacity of a writer, the draft of chapter 15 in my Contemporary work in progress is motoring along toward the end of the line at 2177 words thus far.
*Throughout the changing times, may creative outlets brighten our prospects. My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
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