I am no gearhead, but cars are cool. For six years, I drove a very utilitarian minivan. It’s great for family, but turning the key, I just feel stale. Last spring for a change of pace, I acquired a classic car-- a bright red, v8 engine Mustang. It’s been around, but it still has lots of life. I giggled the first time I turned the key. I gave the car some gas, laughing as the engine roared. I revelled in Little Red’s power. Driving Little Red, I looked around more -- noticing the sky, the birds,