It’s dented and faded, with paint peeling from a bit of neglect. It might not be very pretty, but it was his, and that’s why we wanted it.
My grandfather had a “little red truck” when I was a child. He loved the truck and spent hours upon hours adding special touches to it and making it shine.
I remember riding in the truck on special occasions. My grandfather even decorated the truck and drove it in Princeton’s Christmas parade.
Simply put, it was his pride and joy.