As an old acquaintance of mine used to say, "Hah. Friday the thirteenth falls on Tuesday this month." I actually thought it a rather silly thing to say; still do. Yet I have adopted it myself, inasmuch as I have decided that a feeble attempt at humor is better than no humor at all.
(File in "Lame Jokes" folder.)
As I was riding my bike around town a few days ago, I happened upon a car show. I had not been aware that the event was taking place in our town, since I am somewhat out of the loop. Serendipity.
I strolled around enjoying the display of old iron (and fiberglass, in some cases). I took several snapshots, but my offering here makes it clear which vehicle was my "Best of Show" choice.
I rather liked the old Nash, too.
Don't see many of them; never did.
When I was a teen, Dad drove a '39
Nash for a while. Borrowed it while his
wrecked '41 Chrysler was being
repaired. Whole other story.
