Brynn, bless her heart (for real, not the Southern way) updated my blog appearance for me and I love it!
When I was a kid, I wanted a VW Microbus more than anything. I’m not sure why. It may have come from the idea that if I wanted to run away, I could take everything with me. Or maybe it was because the cool hippie guy, that played guitar at the daycare center my brother and I attended, had one and I just thought it was really neat.
When I met my friend Margaret in high school, her parents had one. If memory serves, it was blue with matching gingham curtains. Anyway, I thought it was fabulous. Unfortunately, I think it went to microbus heaven shortly after I first saw it.
But whatever the reason, I’ve always loved them. And now, thanks to Brynn, I have my own.