I have seen a ghost

I am back. I want to take a moment to wish my American friends a belated Happy Thanksgiving. With that out of the way, it has been a trying week. I was going to do another morose post but as November is still with us, it can wait. As my final post for the week, assuming I do not post on the weekend, I have to tell you all that I saw a ghost today.

This seems to fall within the area of death and it is something different. The ghost I saw is something that I have not seen in about 30 years. I actually saw a Dodge Dart on the street and it was being driven by some woman. A Dodge fucking Dart!

I know that I should not get excited by this. I mean it was the most utilitarian car ever designed in North America. It was the forerunner to those great Chrysler designed cars that were known as K cars. I swear to you that the design team at Chrysler in the 70s had a Soviet sense of the asthetic.

As far back as I remember (the late 60s), the Dodge Dart was the delivery vehicle of choice for my late father. He loved a car that was built like a tank with a great slant 6 engine. The body would fall apart but the engine could not be stopped. He finally made a switch over to GM vehicles in 1979 with a Chevrolet Citation (the first Chevy of the 80s and first front whell drive car built by GM to take on the Japanese--we all know how well that worked out).

I remember the blue Dart from the late 60s, followed by the red Dart with black interior (great for those Sunday drives in the summer, something about the smell of my flesh searing to the interior was enjoyable for the whole family), then the gold Dart and finally the green Dart. The green one, of the mid 70s, had the body falling apart but an engine that would not quit. My father would also only own a single car, so the delivery vehicle was also the family car.

I never thought that I would see one again here. It was such an ugly car that I did not want to see one. With this amount of time elapsed, ugly has given way to cool. It is a nostalgic thing. The car looked so out of place. The tires looked very thin and the squared body made the car look something like an a shoe box on tires the width of a ten speed bicycle. It was freaky.

There you have it. I saw a ghost. A Dodge fucking Dart patrolling the roads. What is the connection and is it a message for me? Have a great weekend and ciao!