Ok, so, first their was the red van. It was burned to a crisp. Second was the white conversion van. The trailer killed the engine. So, who's the next contestant on "The Vans That Jared Breaks"?

Well, this one has a bit of a back story. My uncle Neal decided his job stunk and he put in for a position on a Caribbean island. I know that sounds like a farce but amazingly enough, the guy just moved his family to a 7 mile by 2 mile island in the British West Indies, South of the Bahamas, North of Haiti. After living on the West Side of Columbus his whole life, he is now the head of the National Historical Museum on Grand Turk, the capital of the Turks and Caicos Islands. He and his family pretty much grabbed what they could carry, jumped aboard a ship, and settled on the beaches of a tropical paradise. In their wake was a 50's style ranch home that I'm busy reha. . .I mean, remodeling, and a 15 passenger van that is just screaming for a band to go on the road with. Well, we are that band and that is our new ride. Like it was meant to be or something. We also needed a new place to make our home base and their old house is going to be perfect. So, thanks uncle Neal, for your old life that you moved as far away from as you could. I'm sure I'm going to love it. (laying the sarcasm on thick for comedic effect)

Actually, it couldn't have been more perfect. The discarded leftovers of uncle Neal's 40-year nesting are proving to be the perfect (or most readily available) compost that will help our musical garden grow. That sounds like a song in the making.

My buddy Jeremy thinks the new van looks like a Storm Trooper. I think we have just found it's name.