In church last Sunday, they asked if anyone had a pickup truck. One was needed to help with the congregation’s firewood ministry. My mind registered “no” by force of habit.
Then, in a moment of clarity, my brain rebooted: “Dummy, you have three pickup trucks at home.”
“Oh, right,” the broken half of my brain conceded.
The story of how our family went from zero pickup trucks to three pickup trucks in three years is a reflection of tastes and tasks in America at the quarter-pole of the 21st century.
(READ MORE: Why we Americans love our trucks)