Saving Cecil (2015)
“I didn’t call my insurance company. No point. The Jeep was totaled, it had over two hundred thousand miles on it and it was a 1986 model. In short, it wasn’t worth anything to anyone but me. I’d also answered questions from a sympathetic highway patrolman who’d been nice enough to drive out to the Lauderbach farm to see me.
While I was on private property, the road itself was maintained by the state. Hence the patrolman. Following his visit, Luther had driven me to the junkyard where my Jeep had been taken.
Standing in the office of Dexter Jenkins, owner of Jenkins Junkyard, I negotiated with him for the price of the salvageable parts on the Jeep.
“All four of those tires are brand-new,” I said. “They’re BF Good-rich, top of the line, all-terrains.”
“Well, that may be,” Dexter replied, totaling the items he was willing to pay me for on a grimy plastic calculator. “But I can’t give you anything for one of them ‘cause it’s got a hole shot through it.”
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