My father rebuilt engines for forty years and never once touched a 350 Chevy. Customers begged. He'd just wipe his hands and say, "Not that one."
He died in August. In October I went to a scrap yard to find a block for the project he'd always promised to help me build. The forklift operator set a cast-iron 350 into my trailer, then wiped decades of grime off the front pad with a rag.
He didn't check the casting numbers. He pointed his pocket light at a deep horizontal grind mark where the VIN should have been. Stamped over the fresh metal, in crude, uneven punches, were a state case number and a date.
*04-19-1993 — SEIZED FOR EVIDENCE.*
I stopped asking why the VIN was gone. I started asking who had stamped over it by hand, and why.
My mother died on April 19, 1993. A hit-and-run on Route 9. I was four. The case went cold in a week.
I took the number to the county records office. The clerk found it in under a minute, then looked at me differently. "That case was closed as unresolved. The evidence was logged as 'destroyed.' It never was."
"Who signed it out?"
She turned the screen. The signature was my father's...
@dannykanell@DustyDvoracek Serious question here. How much of the transfer portal is upset players and how much is it stuff promised to recruits that didn’t come true?