Leaving everything behind, we became the Amberley's of Topeka and that's were we stayed. Daddy opened a small grocery store and we lived in cramped quarters above it. None of us had any desire to see the old place again. If I hadn't been passing late this afternoon, I wouldn't have bothered. Well, there was nothing to see, not really. Just a dilapidated old farmhouse. Nevertheless, it wouldn't be there much longer. The town of Bentley is growing by leaps and bounds. According to the sign at the head of the road leading out here, a big housing development is going up with a community center and a strip mall with one of those huge supermarkets where you can buy anything your heart desires. As in all things, the old must make way for the new.

I've left that old Ford idling for too long as it is. If I leave it much longer, it will die, and I'll have little hope of reviving it. I've insurance to sell on down the road a piece. And the wife has promised a roast chicken dinner with her blue-ribbon winning apple pie for dessert. Maybe she'll have a bit of vanilla ice cream to go on top. So, you see I must be moseying on. It's already getting late.