Mrs. Garrison
Rock n' Roll Doggie ALL ACCESS
It's been said, in one form or another, that a persons' best days often start out as a mystery to them. Not following the script or deviating from the plan, letting go of life's pressures and going where the moments take you.
That's how it all began for us one autumn morning, which lent itself to a glorious day we'd not soon forget. The air was crisp as the leaves began to turn high above our country estates, the armada of billowing puff and wispy marshmallow creme strung out on the rising sun greeted us in a stunning display of colors that would eventually give way to a brilliant shade of blue.
It's times like this you feel less pain in your life than you possibly should or probably deserve. It's also these moments when one feels alone with their spirit, like the last person on earth, or perhaps anywhere. All of this was made for you, and of course, the birds stirring up in their nests as they awake to natures show.
After a breakfast fit for a queen, my partner and i decided to get outside and enjoy the majesty of this day. At first we planned on doing some yard work but eventually we chose instead to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Living in the country we were able to escape the horrors of the big city while still having neighbors close enough to not feel isolated. Our community consisted of small acreage home sites, all of the lots were wooded and most of the homes sat up on a hill overlooking the winding streets below.
As we began our leisurely pace i noticed something across the street that caught my eye, a shiny black sinister looking car in the driveway that i had not seen before. As we approached the house it dawned on me what the car was; a 1987 Buick GNX, still in mint condition, shining in all of it's glory. I stopped in the road and stared up at this now classic machine, solid black paint, blacked out grill, black wheels, and dark tinted windows, this was one of the cars i lusted after in high school, a time capsule from my childhood sitting right there looking like the day it rolled off of the assembly line.
The neighbor walked out of the house with some family members to show them the car, as he noticed us he waved and naturally we went up for a closer look. He was going over the car with the family as we walked up to them. The look on my face must have been plain for all to see. I still couldn't believe my eyes...he probably paid a fortune for this mint condition car, the last of the Grand Nationals, highly collectible and very limited production.
As the family poured inside the car to smell the "30 year old new car smell" i was standing in front of the beast staring at the bulging hood. I asked him to unlatch it for me so i could gaze at that turbo charged motor and see if it still resembled the memories of my youth.
After he pulled the release lever, instinctively i released it and raised it as if it were my very own. I'd probably done that a hundred times before in my dreams. He just smiled at me, perhaps knowing i was a like a kid in a candy store all over again.
The dream was over once i raised the hood, however, in fact it turned to shock instantly. Underneath that hood dome, laying on top of the intake plenum, was a tiny infant little boy, wearing only a diaper. He peering up at me with those giant blue eyes, kicking his legs and waving his arms. He didn't make a sound though, he just stared at me with those beautiful eyes, as if i was the first person he'd ever seen. I was beyond speechless, stunned, taken back in a way like something had just kicked me in the gut. I might have been white as a ghost until i was finally able to catch my breath and get my wits about me. Which was around the same time i heard one of the family members from inside of the car stick the key in the ignition, with the proud new owner next to them looking in, giving the green light to start; "Go ahead...crank her up......."
That's how it all began for us one autumn morning, which lent itself to a glorious day we'd not soon forget. The air was crisp as the leaves began to turn high above our country estates, the armada of billowing puff and wispy marshmallow creme strung out on the rising sun greeted us in a stunning display of colors that would eventually give way to a brilliant shade of blue.
It's times like this you feel less pain in your life than you possibly should or probably deserve. It's also these moments when one feels alone with their spirit, like the last person on earth, or perhaps anywhere. All of this was made for you, and of course, the birds stirring up in their nests as they awake to natures show.
After a breakfast fit for a queen, my partner and i decided to get outside and enjoy the majesty of this day. At first we planned on doing some yard work but eventually we chose instead to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Living in the country we were able to escape the horrors of the big city while still having neighbors close enough to not feel isolated. Our community consisted of small acreage home sites, all of the lots were wooded and most of the homes sat up on a hill overlooking the winding streets below.
As we began our leisurely pace i noticed something across the street that caught my eye, a shiny black sinister looking car in the driveway that i had not seen before. As we approached the house it dawned on me what the car was; a 1987 Buick GNX, still in mint condition, shining in all of it's glory. I stopped in the road and stared up at this now classic machine, solid black paint, blacked out grill, black wheels, and dark tinted windows, this was one of the cars i lusted after in high school, a time capsule from my childhood sitting right there looking like the day it rolled off of the assembly line.
The neighbor walked out of the house with some family members to show them the car, as he noticed us he waved and naturally we went up for a closer look. He was going over the car with the family as we walked up to them. The look on my face must have been plain for all to see. I still couldn't believe my eyes...he probably paid a fortune for this mint condition car, the last of the Grand Nationals, highly collectible and very limited production.
As the family poured inside the car to smell the "30 year old new car smell" i was standing in front of the beast staring at the bulging hood. I asked him to unlatch it for me so i could gaze at that turbo charged motor and see if it still resembled the memories of my youth.
After he pulled the release lever, instinctively i released it and raised it as if it were my very own. I'd probably done that a hundred times before in my dreams. He just smiled at me, perhaps knowing i was a like a kid in a candy store all over again.
The dream was over once i raised the hood, however, in fact it turned to shock instantly. Underneath that hood dome, laying on top of the intake plenum, was a tiny infant little boy, wearing only a diaper. He peering up at me with those giant blue eyes, kicking his legs and waving his arms. He didn't make a sound though, he just stared at me with those beautiful eyes, as if i was the first person he'd ever seen. I was beyond speechless, stunned, taken back in a way like something had just kicked me in the gut. I might have been white as a ghost until i was finally able to catch my breath and get my wits about me. Which was around the same time i heard one of the family members from inside of the car stick the key in the ignition, with the proud new owner next to them looking in, giving the green light to start; "Go ahead...crank her up......."