Last dance…

When I met my husband, he drove a Topaz. It was his first American car. We drove all over the bay area in that thing. He thought it was luxurious. My dad is a GM retiree with 40 years, so I would never say that 🙂 It got us from a lot of point As to point Bs. I thought about it when I read about the last Mercury coming off the assembly line yesterday. I know it’s progress and all, but it sort of saddens me because it reminds me that once upon a time there were plants that built cars and just about everything that Americans use in America, employing Americans. Sigh. Progress.