The Day the Van Turned Green

Previously

…I started the engine. It purred to life, sounding just as reliable as ever. As we drove away from the gnarled oak and the tiny, moss-covered house, I glanced in the rearview mirror. The van shimmered in the sunlight, a riot of red and white. It wasn’t the van I’d woken up with, but it was definitely our van. And as Barnaby chattered excitedly about all the places we could go, I realized that sometimes, when things go hilariously wrong, they can end up being spectacularly right. The day the van turned green had turned into the day it became polka-dotted, and that, I suspected, was just the beginning of a very funny adventure.