True Story ~ Time Stamp

The summer of 2000 on the Turner Turnpike to Tulsa the rearview mirror peered into the oil-pungent fog. Just after Cushing it captured the 1952 Nash, ghost-like, rushing. It overtook my car and blended into the mists ahead.

In February 1958 Charlie came home from Korea and sold the Nash.

He bought a white Jaguar coupe and drove into the oil fields.

I moved to Atlanta in July.

In October he married an artist.

That Christmas my Mother gave me tubes of oil-
paint, brushes and canvas in a wooden box.