Changing Times

The End of an Era . . .

We sold the Camaro.

To loosely quote Randall Goodgame, "Every[thing] dies, but still it always seems too soon."

It leaked a *lot* of oil and power steering fluid; the inner driver's-side door handle was broken.

But it was a good car. My dad and I bought it together when I was 16. At that time, it been sitting behind my employer's shop for a year. It had been his baby, with a brand new engine and sound system. He had parked it for the evening, planning to take it out for the big test-drive the next day. Unfortunately, it was stolen that night and found in a different state completely abused. He was so unhappy that he just left it out back until he sold it to us.

Don't ask how much we sold it for; we are just glad that we have a third parking space and lower insurance premiums. Rust had already taken over, and I don't think the moths wanted it.

. . . and the Start of a New One.

We expect to meet our baby before too long and we are fairly excited about. My family and friends from back home threw us a surprise baby shower on Saturday. They kept it secret and did a great job too. Thanks everybody!