On two wrecked Hondas..

In my youth, around the mid-90s so not that long ago, I was the proud owner of a very spritely Honda CRX that was the source of much joy and was the harbinger of much sought attention as per my skewed take on life at the time. Sadly one day it caught fire due to an electrical short and when the fire engine turned up it had already been reduced to a skeletal mass of metal and black rubber.

Somewhere in New York, thousands of miles from here, there is a fascinating young lady who also had a similar mishap. She owned one of my CRX's younger reincarnations, the Del Sol, and for reasons unknown this too was reduced to a wreck. How do we know? Well said young lady posted pics here and the caption read "My poor Del Sol, I miss you so much". It rang a bell with me and I recalled just how gutted I was for weeks after the incident so I thought I would console the young lady in my own small way by dropping her a line. I wrote a few appropriate lines and shared how I dealt with the loss and a few points that I thought would help.

A complete stranger on the other side of the ocean has shared in your experience and wants to let you know that you are being thought of, and is even venturing some tips on how he dealt with it.. Sadly you will never know, for you have filtered him out of your email settings even though he is not even that much older than you..

And it dawned on me then, I am now filtering material for some people.. I never was before, not that I recall at least. I wonder what other things I will progressively be automatically disqualified from. There is one thing that none of us can be filtered out of, though, and that is the passage of time itself. Who knows, dear New Yorker, one day you might be the one being filtered out.