Glen Hance

Acts Of Kindness

That old ‘89 Ford Ranger was full of character. Until my dad fixed it, The Ranger drove for months in four-wheel drive, low range, 4th gear, because the rest of the transmission was shot. There was no need for keys, the doors didn’t lock, and the engine started with just a turn of the butterfly ignition. It was missing the handle on the curbside door, making its driver be a gentleman and get out to open the door for his passengers. The wheels were all but bald as wires poked from the driver side wheel and the break pads were all but gone. This metallic steed wasn’t large, but it did all it was ever asked of.