Hey, That Was My Truck

         This story gives me an excuse to show off one of my favorite paintings.

        The 1980’s and 90’s were the golden age of social activities and friendships for us, living in McBride.  Several times a week we would visit friends to socialize.  It seemed that all of us we busy building on our houses, and labor as well as tools and equipment were freely shared.

    One Saturday we drove our car up to Prince George for a shopping trip in our.  Along the way we saw a lot of wildlife grazing on the side of the road.  There were a couple of moose, a caribou (not a common sight), and a mother black bear with a tiny little cub.

    When we got back to McBride and were driving up our road headed for our house, a GMC truck that looked a lot like mine, passed us coming in the opposite direction.  I didn’t notice the driver, but saw it was carrying a load of old railroad ties. 

    When we drove into our driveway, I was surprised to discover that my GMC truck was gone, but I didn’t panic, because there was another vehicle parked in its place.    I assumed that one of our friends must have borrowed it.

    A few hours later my old GMC truck came down the driveway driven by our friend John, and the story unfolded.  Earlier in the day John had come over to borrow the truck, and discovered that the truck was there with the keys in it, but we weren’t at home.  He then drove up to Margaret’s house, (another friend) and ask her if she thought it would be okay for him to borrow our truck.  She figured we wouldn’t mind him borrowing it, so John took it to pick up some old railroad ties he had heard about. 

    I certainly didn’t have any problem with John taking the truck, but it would have been helpful if he would have left a note, so we would know that the truck hadn’t been stolen. 

    The incident does show what a close and sharing relationship we had among our friends.

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