Come away with me, Lucille, in my merry Oldsmobile - Ophelia's Last Ride
The day was sunny in the late 1950's, Ophelia was well past 70 as she cruised with the top down in her blue Chevrolet convertible. Enjoying the day, the fresh air, the wind in her snow-white hair, the sun shining brightly on her, and through some strange alchemy turning her white hair to gold making it appear platinum blonde. As she tooled down Route 17, balancing her left elbow casually on the car's doorframe, her right hand cavalierly high on the steering wheel, she was the epitome of a carefree wanderer enjoying a drive in the country. A carload of teenage boys came up behind her and thinking her a beautiful young woman, sought to gain her notice. They hooted, whistled, and blew their car's horn soliciting her attention. She led them on for a few moments deeply enjoying the encounter. Finally, the young driver swung into the oncoming lane to overtake the car, and impress the pretty young woman driver. Click Here to continue reading.