Cleaning out the old place was taking forever. There was my brother with a

spray-bottle of Windex wiping down a big mixing bowl full of Hot Wheels

cars. Most he put into a shopping bag for the sale, but some he arranged

bumper to bumper circle the wagons style around his plate. “These are my

old ones”, he said, indicating his circular little traffic jam. With a smile that

made him look nine years old again, he showed me a “Z” scratched into the 

dull grey underside of a car. He laughed, ”Z is for Zorro”.

Doug Mathewson