I've noticed something quite interesting lately. 

Since Ken and I purchased our minivan I've discovered that we are now part of a nondescript group of people that I never realized existed.  We're everywhere.  I see us everytime I go out driving: at the gas station, the grocery store, the auto repair store.  I'm referring to the owners of obscenely old minivans.

These vans were either new buys that have never been traded in, or great finds that have been purchased for next to nothing and fixed up for a steal.  With a knowing glance, we understand that we are owners of great treasures.  Our family prize provides comfortable, safe transportation with room for a group of friends, or simply empty space for hauling things from recycleables to those great curbside finds. 

And if we lose our jobs and lose our homes, we also have a place to live