A moment of silence, please.
Despite BH’s frantic, last-ditch resuscitation efforts, invocations to the gods, and a couple of swift kicks to the tires, The Plow Truck has finally died. Really died this time. Dead. Dead. Dead. If we wanted to replace the engine, and then replace the frame, steering mechanism, brakes, and exhaust, well then maybe it could be dragged out of the icy clutches of the grave. But the time has come to end its suffering.
It lived 26 years, well beyond the expected life for a Chevy quarter-ton. It plowed hundreds of tons of snow each winter, and was home to deer mice and other critters in the summer. It was a brave truck, and true. It gave us its last gasp yesterday, heroically opening up the driveway one last time, before it laid down, shuddered, and closed its eyes for good.
A memorial service will be held Friday night at 8 pm. The family has been deeply affected by this loss, so there will be no public calling hours. Donations can be made to the Oswego County Habitat for Humanity.
Good-bye, old friend.