That was before the next door neighbors decided to offer the boy a pick up truck that has served only as a Montana lawn ornament for the past decade, in exchange for some manual labor around their property. It's an ugly beast of a truck, a 1978 Ford with peeling paint, torn upholstery, and rust to spare, but it's HIS ugly beast of a truck. That makes all the difference.
Tano has had a variety of friends over to help him work on the truck over the last few days, but he called one more to come and serve on the brute squad with them, as they would have to push it backwards uphill a short ways before they could roll it down to the driveway. After some effort, they succeeded.
Once they got it out of the yard, they towed it behind our van down the road to our property. Tano beamed from ear to ear, just from the joy of sitting in the driver's seat, manning the steering wheel and brake.
It's starting to get dark outside, but the boy is still out there tinkering around.
It's been a good day.