Take one last look, because this is the end of an era. For the first time since January 1978, we no longer own a Suburban. The first Suburban, a maroon Chevrolet was "baptized" when Claudia's water broke just two blocks away from the hospital, right before Margie was born.
The second Suburban, a blue and silver diesel GMC was "baptized" by Rusty after he ingested an orange super gulp.
There then came a rapid succession of unforgettable Suburbans, beginning with the electric blue '92, then two green with silver trim, one a 1993, the other a 1994 diesel. Just months later, a maroon 1994 made the scene, followed almost immediately by a gold 1995. The maroon Suburban travelled to San Francisco, then north to the Redwood Forest, and on to Portland, and Washington State. The gold one went to Breckenridge , among other places.
As a family, we have travelled over a million miles in Suburbans, and I honestly shed a tear as Ed drove away yesterday. It truly is the end of an era.
