This van, located in the parking lot of my work, reminds me of Big Sis. In high school, her friends used to call her “cow.” This was not because of her eating pattern, although all of my siblings (myself included) were known to put away a large amount. My maiden name, when pronounced in the English manner, sounded a lot like cow in the beginning.
Sis, if you are still reading my blog, this post is for you. I love you.