My contribution is titled "The Price of Gas." Here's the tag line:
When Grandma Schmeckpepper drives her eight-cylinder 1970s gas guzzler, the decades fall away. It takes a grandson’s request to make her consider the possibility of aging a little more gracefully.
If you are a parent or grandparent of mine, don't bother ordering, you will be getting one of these in the mail sooner or later. Maybe for Mother's Day? Others may go to this Link and order the book for the low, low price of $10.95!
As further incentive, here's the first paragraph of "The Price of Gas":
It was a dew-glistening spring morning, gentle and balmy, the kind of morning made for leaving your jacket in the closet. A tan young woman jogged down the sidewalk in quiet contemplation. A man in a business suit stood reading his quarter-folded newspaper at the bus stop. An elderly man sat on his front porch observing the scene. And Mrs. Schmeckpepper took the corner at sixty miles an hour, stepped on the accelerator, and punched her 1977 Buick Skylark down the block with a rumble that shook the pavement.