The Little Widow still exists, pretty as ever.

I found her -- actually, it -- through idle Easter Googling that led to my most serendipitous find ever on the Internet.

The Little Widow, you see, is why I am what I am, where I am, who I am. Its siren song to a child changed the course of a life in the bud.

I'd thought it was long gone, destroyed, rusted away in some junkyard, decades ago relegated to my memory.

But there the Little Widow sits -- restored, gleaming black -- in pictures from...

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