Milton wakes up
I’m back! Apparently, I’ve been comatose, not just anti-social. … More Milton wakes up
I’m back! Apparently, I’ve been comatose, not just anti-social. … More Milton wakes up
It was snowing like crap in Jackson Hole. My entire identity as a Ford Transit Trail was at risk as the white fluffy was piling up and making me look like a marshmallow. The overlords, Paula and Scott, had wimped out and decided not to drive to Park City in the middle of the snowstorm … More Milton chooses civil disobedience
Yesterday my unelected dictator, the man who usually drives me – a well-groomed and sprightly 2023 Ford Transit Trail – fell down and got a boo boo. I’m not impressed, and not very sorry. He’s been pushing the envelope – taking me into snow, ice, cold like single digits on the Kelvin scale, and parking … More Milton gets homesick
Hey. Sorry I haven’t been around for a few days. You know how it is when you’re under the weather? Even a 2023 Ford Transit Trail can come down with something. This time it’s the water system. I bet you were thinking the problem would have been the electrical system. I know! Again!!!? That would … More Milton gets a cold
Hello. My name is Milton. At least that’s what I think it is, since the two humans that seem to be living inside me keep calling me “Milton.” I think they are parasites. There’s this guy who keeps cursing at my side door when the sliding mechanism does not allow for a perfect closure, and … More Milton – genesis