Rats. I could not find a pic of my '64 Chevy. I wanted to look at it without going out in the dark to the garage--is that lazy or what!? And I couldn't find Bailey and Nate's antique red Scout either. I guess with the weather slowly getting warmer, I feel nostalgic about the klunker vehicles and am in the mood to drive--if it's not raining. But here is my '68 Jeepster--it's brown; the aqua is 'ShopChopped. I think I will transfer the battery this weekend and pour a little gas in the carburator--brrrmm brrrrmmm. (Please let it start!) I did find the kids' other vehicle-- the spruce-tip blue 'limousine'--what a ride!
Yeah. Found the truck pic which I will never forget: took 1 photo of Brigg for Christmas and he threw up--migraine.
Oh, I must add more thoughts...that little chicken lived with the kids their first summer in Hawaii. They traveled from beach to beach living in the station wagon--with the pet chicken, which was quite attached and had it's own basket to ride in. A couple months later, they were awakened on the beach by police--They had smelled an odd smell all night. It turned out that someone had been burning a body. They decided it was now time to get an apartment!, whereupon the chicken's new roosting spot became a blender on the kitchen counter.
That sounds pretty disjointed--Bailey, you tell it!
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