Break Out the Convertibles

Yesterday was a beautiful day here in Colorado: sunshine, blue skies, no wind, temps in the 60’s. This day provided a nice respite from the past few weeks of freezing temperatures and wind along our beautiful front range.

While driving to church, I saw that many people had decided spring was here. At one restaurant, all of the outdoor tables were occupied. People arriving for church wore jackets and T-shirts, but not coats. Most “spring-like” of all, tops were down on convertibles.

I’ve never owned a convertible, but I do like them a lot. I’m sure that having one would provide me with loads of fun, but I’ve never been envious of those who have them. Well, not until last week when I received a picture of our great-grandson, Sawyer, in a beautiful, brand new, red convertible. I have an 11-year-old, low-mileage Grand Prix ready to trade. 

Sawyer Brent Walker in one very spiffy convertible.

Reality check: Winter is back today.


  1. The kid might get the short end of the deal. I say, stick with the convert, Sawyer!

    1. Vanilla, I guess I'll just have to settle for a ride.