Musings from my driveway, my home and my heart
When I was a rookie reporter at the Oakland Press in Pontiac, Michigan, the chief photographer snapped a picture of me hugging my silver 1976 Volkswagen Beetle, a car I loved for its counterculture vibe and cute looks. The picture and the car meant so much to me that I got out my craft supplies... Continue Reading →
Several years ago, an Audi executive told me he wanted to recruit the British musician Sting as the company spokesman. “He’s older, but he’s how I want to age,” the executive said. “He’s not sitting in a rocking chair, he’s racing around Aspen in some hot car on his way to the slopes.” I thought... Continue Reading →
My sister Claudia spent the last three years living in Saudi Arabia, a country where women are not permitted to drive and her family did not even own a car. So when she and her husband moved back to the U.S. in June after his work assignment ended, shopping for a new vehicle was high... Continue Reading →
Anita's Way 