Day 85, "Every picture has a story"
A great story in the Wall Street Journal today. Two sisters grew up with this 1948 Plymouth. It was affectionately called "the bomb" by family and friends. It was sold by their brother and went to an old farm where it sat for 44 years. Before one of them got married they decided to try and find it. They did and it was a junk pile kind of thing with mice, rust etc as its most important items. They knew it was their old car as they found the sales slip in the dash with their dad's name on. They worked for 9 months to restore it and then used it as the going away car on one of the sister's wedding day.
I think it is kind of like the car our family had when I was born. I do not remember it but pictures show it as a cream colored sedan and if I know my dad it was a Ford. Anyway the North Dakota winter story reminded me of a day in January of 1956. We had new snow and a lot of it. We thought maybe Dad would see fit to drive us to school but NO, it was not necessary as he said. So it was get on the long johns, make sure you had mittens (no gloves of course), put the old rubber buckle overshoes on and head down the half mile road going south. At the dead end it was left flank and then a mile to Wood Lake. The day was a good school day. In the morning, I must have been good that day, the teacher said I could prepare the government canned peaches for lunch. They always were a treat that went well with saltine crackers and peanut butter sandwiches. We had an extra long noon so we got to play fox and goose longer than usual. As 3:30 approached it was once again time to get on the winter garb to walk home. When we started our walk home we decided it was a good thing to walk today. Dave and I totally forgot what Dad had said in the morning. "You guys need to get home right after school so we can get a load of hay before dark." Well those words were totally lost cause the sun was out, the sky was blue and it was an adventure waiting to happen. Shortly after we pasted Uncle Obert and Aunt Bertie's farm we decided that it was "bomb" time. The ditches were almost level with the road with snow and it just was so tempting to run fast and then jump high and long into the snow filled ditches. After we wiggled out we could then see a huge hole from our jump. About the 4th or 5th time I made a long and high jump I heard Joan say, "Carmen get out of the ditch, here comes Dad!" In my excitement to get out I just buried myself deeper into the snow and could not wiggle out fast enough. Dad stopped the car, marched over to me, waist deep in the snow, and grabbed me by the collar of my coat and out I came!!! We did get the hay home that day and that night as Dave and I talked ourselves to sleep we decided that snow bombing was worth it even if Dad was REALLY mad. Come on, what can you expect from boys?
Another 7:30 tennis day. The temp this morning is 63 BUT tomorrow morning at this time it is supposed to be 44! That is chilly for Naples. I do not have tennis early tomorrow so that is good. Yesterday Terry and I took in a place called "Celebration Park" which is just south of down town Naples. It is a small place that is open from 11:00-10:00 Tuesday-Sunday. There are about a dozen food trucks there and then an outdoor bar. It is popular to say the least. On a Tuesday early PM there were not long waits so Terry and I each had a bit to eat and then sat up to the bar. Terry had a super good salad that was presented in the wrong way. I never did figure out if the salad was too big or the plate was too small! I had a pulled pork sandwich which I gave a B as it was good but too expensive for what I got. That ended up being our afternoon meal of the day. We finished the day with a Netflix movie and then watched some of the political stuff on TV which included Trump's speech and the Democrat's rebuttal. After all that I did not feel well and went to bed. Not sure if it was what I ate or what was on TV!!
The FP got me going today so I will get dressed and head to the courts.
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