On our way to Michigan, we were cruising along Interstate 90 in Indiana, doing about 75 MPH, when I looked in the mirror, and saw a red Corvette closing fast. It was a 66 or 67, my years, and I said "Here it comes." As he blew by us, top down, side exhausts bellowing, Jennifer said, "Do you remember when you used to say you would have a Corvette by the time you were 25?" "Yeah, I remember." We were quiet for awhile, then she said, "You can get one if you want." I said "I know... but sometimes wanting something is better than having it." It's still in the back of my mind, in fact, it's the last of my dreams, Jennifer has made all the others come true. I don't know what it would it be like to live without a dream.