Saturday, November 6, 2004
I took my mind out yesterday and gave it a tune up. It was getting pretty sludgy around the edges so we had to flush it twice. My reality homing device was severely out of adjustment as well as having my ego nearly deflated. That’s what happens when you have a cold and take lots of decongestants. When I went to put it back in, it wouldn’t fit. Satirisis had set in and the moorings failed to align with the moral underpinnings. They were all rusty and finally had to be sent to for re-chroming. I... Sign in to see full entry.
A Classic, that’s me.
There are classic cars, classic rock and classic clothes. Museum grade stuff brings admiring stares from the onlookers. My son points out the hidden gas filler cap behind the left hand tail light of a 1956 Chevrolet Bel-Air convertible parked in my uncle’s garage to his girlfriend. She is in awe. I remember the first time I saw that feature was when the 1956 Chevys first hit the dealerships in the fall of ’55. Every fall, I would study the new car ads to see what was different. In those years... Sign in to see full entry.