Mom’s Convertible
The email subject line grabbed my attention: “Still interested in the Cutlass?” Mom’s car. I took a deep breath, my finger hovering over the computer mouse.
Mom’s 1971 green Cutlass convertible was a timeless beauty. Some of my favorite childhood memories were of us riding in it, turning heads while we cruised down the main drag in our small Midwestern town. Mom always wore her big sunglasses, with a chiffon scarf tied carefully over her head
