My first car was a white 1992 Toyota Corolla. I loved that little thing. My grandparents bought it from their neighbor in Florida, and I was lucky enough to get it. Though it was already almost 10 years old by the time I got it, it was in quite good shape as it had only been driven to the grocery store once a week or so by their neighbor. Anyhow, the first week I had it, I opened up the glove compartment and out fell a small stack of pictures and postcards. The above picture was one that dropped out of the box.Though I removed the other photos and cards, I always kept this one in the glove compartment. When I got my Mazda in college, I was sure to move the mysterious woman's picture to that car's glove box. Not sure why, it just felt right.
Last February, I hit a deer while driving 60 mph. The front of my car was pretty much destroyed, but thankfully, the poor creature didn't go through the window shield. For that, I was immensely grateful. I sold the car to my younger brother just before leaving for Denmark as sort of a fix-er-upper. I was sure to leave the picture of the beautiful young woman in the glove compartment. Perhaps just a little superstition on my part, but I think she is a bit of a good luck charm.
For now, I am very happy to be a full-time pedestrian and occasional bus taker...
