The son of an auto mechanic...
I took this photo a few days ago because it reminded me of my dad. He was an auto-mechanic for over twenty-five years, starting in Peekskill then moving my family to Cold Spring in the early 1960s.
I grew up around dirt, grime and old cars. I remember every shop he had there were always rows of tires on the walls; used tires, new tires, pieces of tires...and always a stack of rotting old tires out back by the dumpster.
Me being a kid, I would want to play with these giant donuts, roll them around and set up obstacle courses, but everytime I would touch one a voice would yell out "MMMiicchhaaeelll don't touch that filthy thing."
So as I was checking out an abandoned building the other day this innocuous stack of old tires stopped me in my tracks.
It reminded me how proud I was of my father and how much I miss him.