The phone woke me up this morning. My father has finally decided to sell his truck. At 85, he can’t see well enough to drive any more, but has had difficulty letting go of the idea. But this is the day he has decided to take action. He has called to offer me the truck for $4,000. The price is attractive, and I know it is a good truck, but I don’t have any place to put it and don’t want to have to pick up a second insurance policy, so I told him I couldn’t afford a second vehicle.