Remember the white pickup truck I featured here a week ago today, the one with the eclectic mix of messages? Well, today I found a comment from Todd Robinson, the back of whose head can be seen in one of the photos on that post:
That is my truck. As Cynthia Kent mentioned in a previous response, my brother left that truck to me after he passed. I am a native South Carolian with ancestors who fought for the Confederacy during the civil war. One who was actually help prisoner and released by Sherman himself. I actually have copies of the release forms with Shermans signature. So I guess you could say I am a South Carolinian and Confederate at Heart. I share the same passion for fishing as did my brother, so in his honored I have continued to add fish to the tailgate. I do enjoy Kayaking, which is an evergrowing and income generator sport for S.C., Columbia in particular. As far as “You May Say I’m A Dreamer, But I’m Not The Only One.” There are dreams other than those of John Lennon. I consider myself a dreamer. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
I the tailgate shocked you, I’d invite you to look inside the cab and glove box. American Freedoms in true form. Good picture for a cell phone. I saw you take it.
Previously, I had heard this from Cynthia Kent:
Wow – this is my boyfriends truck – he died in August of this past year. I spent many a happy hour in that ford 150 with him – fishing and exploring. When he died he left it to his brother. And I rued the fact I never took a pic of the tail gate. His brother has added alot of ’stuff’. Wayne only two or three fishies and a POW sticker in the left window. This really brings back some happy memories, Brad.
It’s a fine truck, and may it continue to bring both of you many fond memories.