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