Big Brown Van
I remember growing up and waiting at the Turnpike exit (in those days, it was Exit 4) for my Dad to pull in after work. Everyday he drove to and from the Portsmouth Naval Yard with a van filled with fellow workers that carpooled together. I remember the frustration because there was one other person who had the same (very ugly, brown) van and on days where that van would arrive first we get a false sense of excitement when we saw it get on the exit ramp and we’d soon realize we’d need to wait a few more minutes before we saw Dad’s smiling face.
That Big Brown Van reminds me of what the American Dream is all about. Hard workers, tight knit families and tight knit communities.
That Big Brown Van may need a tune-up but I’m confident with a little work we can get it running once again.