Many a days have I lived since the death of my Purple Fantasy, my beloved purple '99 Plymouth Voyager. I longed for the day that I could take it to Canada or Mexico, but it died two weeks before I left for Spring break this March.
It was snowing in Salem, in March... MARCH!!!! and I ran to touch it in all of its glory and to feel its crystallized embrace upon my upraised hands. Many shouts and men were running around at 11:27 that night as Davidson jumped alive on the Monday night in which it turned 30 below. I couldn't hold the JOY inside as I ran and frolicked a muck in the parking lot, now filled with pajama wearing 18-21 year olds. I shouted, "To Farrar!!", the rival man dorm on campus, to express our joy with them as well. 14 barefoot men scrambled into the Purple Fantasy for its last voyage....
To be continued...
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