We recently exchanged our very old car for a slightly newer one. When seen through my eyes it looks like a new car. So far so good. I understand that used cars already come with license plates. One has no choice. All of them include a block of three letters in addition to numbers. Those letters tell stories. I saw one that said WEL. A good omen, I think. Another said FIN. Just as the dealer promised, a fine car. There also is a GDC, same thing: “Good Car” obviously. Guess what the owner of DOC does for a living? As a writer I would not want REJ but I would settle for PEN. I also came across one that read YAL, a friendly Southern greeting, I suppose. FCL is one I saw. “First Class”? One of our neighbors has the letters DNU. That must be French. Stands for “De Nous”, meaning it is “OURS.” We are proud, too. So why does ours say REC? Why does my wife have to holler “Where did you park the REC” where people can hear us? I tell you, Roger Dangerfield, we don’t get any respect either.