It's late, it's dark.
Loved your reminiscing Rob, but I have to laugh at the ending. That's so me. And most of Vintage, I imagine. We get to the place we wanted to go to and can't remember why we went there. I walk around repeating words so I will do the first thing I meant to do, and the second thing I thought of on the way to the first thing, and then the third thing I thought of on the way to the first thing. Like dogs, papers, water. As in I started out to let out the dogs and feed them, and when I let them out I realized I needed to get both newspapers out in the driveway, but on the way to the papers, I looked over and saw the dog water bowls and wanted to give them clean water.
You put a smile on my face this morning, Rob. Thanks.
These days I'm working in downtown Cleveland, where I would never, ever park the S. No matter how good the weather, she stays put in the garage. A pat on the fender & a longing look is all she gets most days.
Life's been busy for you, hasn't it, Rob? In a good way, from the sound of things, but the S does get neglected in these times. Doesn't matter though. She'll be there when you need her, just like mine.
JonasM
These days I'm working in downtown Cleveland, where I would never, ever park the S. No matter how good the weather, she stays put in the garage. A pat on the fender & a longing look is all she gets most days.
Life's been busy for you, hasn't it, Rob? In a good way, from the sound of things, but the S does get neglected in these times. Doesn't matter though. She'll be there when you need her, just like mine.
JonasM









