Old Blackie — time to ditch her or save her?

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Lawns, loyalty and luck — they are three things that would seem at first to have no connection to each other.

But I am a loyal person with a car parked on my lawn, and for the life of me, I cannot imagine life without the old black Honda. It’s sitting there, depriving the grass of sunlight, rare though it has been these past months.

I had moved her from place to place on my property. Old Blackie, I call her, a title bestowed on the 1993 two-door vehicle by a neighbor and close friend. The car seemed so much a part of me, my life — but then there were the neighborhood regulations, and the dreaded Association Enforcement Team.

Was I dragging down property values in my neighborhood?

She was always insured and licensed, I guess in case a plane fell on her or a tree flew onto her from the TVA woods nearby.

Then, disaster struck — two tires went flat, repeatedly.

No action I took helped; many times tire service people claimed victory but each time, they went flat again.

Weeds began to sprout around her, seeming to thrive under the overcast skies and nearly constant rain.

I thought of giving her away, donating her to a charitable organization or just having her towed to the junkyard.

But there was that invisible connection, and my stubborn refusal to see that I was being unreasonable.

Last week I bought two tubes of green slime and two friends performed what amounted to automotive CPR on Old Blackie.

They fixed the tires and smiled as I drove her out of the tangle of weeds that were now a green halo around her.

Did I hear applause in the distance, or was that just valves that need adjusting?

Twice around the loop to spread the slime around the inside of the tires and then a thorough washing! I mowed the weeds and just my luck, now there’s an ugly bare brown patch that somehow exactly matches the size and shape of Old Blackie!

Can someone please tell me what is the best grass seed for Roane County and what is the best time to sow it?

B.J. Gillum