Slice of Life by Holly Tabor
Keyless entry remote in hand, my husband, lover of cars and family, toter of coolers, boxes and all things heavy, stepped onto our front porch and pushed the button. In the driveway, the back passenger side door of our Honda Odyssey smoothly slid open.
I didn’t see it, but I’d be willing to guess the corners of his lips curled up, if only slightly, at the sight and sound of this modern marvel of automotive technology.
My husband loves his power sliding doors.