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For a long time I’ve been dreaming about owning a woody station wagon.  We had a fake woody wagon growing up, as many suburban 80’s children did.  That evolved into the fake woody Caravan minivan, in which my dad carted 8 girls to basketball practice every week.  We were the Dazzling Dunkers.  My dad was the coach and life was good.

So this must be part of why I keep dreaming about the woody.  And then a few months ago I found out that the former owner of our mid-century modern house, who designed and built the house that we now live in- apparently he only drove woody station wagons.  Soul mates through time.

And then I watched two documentaries of two different remarkable women, Annie Leibovitz and Joan Baez.  Both women reported that they spent a lot of time traveling in cars as children.  They both recalled that as a formative time, when solitude and boredom and looking out the window actually created something in them that they see as essential to who they have become.  Annie says it this way, “When you’re raised in a car, it’s easy to become an artist…because we saw the world through a ready-made picture frame, which was the frame of the car window.”

So from that point on, I stopped feeling sorry for my children when they were stuck in the car.  And I also knew that one day I would need to get my hands on a Ford Country Squire.