I wasn't going to say anything, but someone once said to me that misery loves company...
Last night I feel I may have done something that cost me a dear friend.
I don't remember how long we have been together. I don't keep track of such things. Seven years? Five? I do know that they were hard years... mostly on her.
Sure, her body isn't what it used to be, but neither is mine. I blame my body showing signs of being soft around the middle mostly on her. The food she would turn out was utterly amazing for the most part.
I had tried to help her along, dressing her up as best I could, taking it easier this past year, but last night as I slid my hand under her... and gently wrapped it around her knob as I was putting on a new propane tank, she cracked, literally falling apart to my touch...
So, like many guys my age, I think a younger model is in order. I don't have money for a corvette
My Ducane has served me well. Rest in pieces.