“Aircraft Propeller, Handle with Care” is printed on the side of the long, skinny box hanging high in the garage above the 1912 EMF Studebaker. There is actually a propeller in the box. I find this very funny. I can’t wait to find out why dad has it.
I mutter. My mother mutters, too. She sits in the family room muttering to herself and I sit at my desk in the dining room and mutter to myself. A few times during the day we ask each other “are you taking to me?”
It officially turned summer in Nebraska today and most everyone has turned on their air conditioning. Early last week the heaters were running. Then for two days – called Spring – no HVAC was required. Today it hit 89 degrees.
Met a new friend today who still maintains her very first car – a 1979 Firebird. Bright Yellow. Sweet. Dad is firing up his 1966 Thunderbird for me to sport around town. Convertible, white leather interior. Double Sweet. Dad invited me to join him on a Model A car tour in early June.
Great-stuff-for-the-blog SA – WEET!
oops - this is supposed to be Monday, May 9th!!
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