When December rolls around every year and they start airing this movie the people I work with begin throwing quotes from this movie at each other. One of our favorite ones is when George Bailey is proudly telling the bank examiner about his brother getting the medal of honor to which he replies, " I guess they do those things."
No way! Mean and comin' to get you! Had a look lately at what they're doing with grills? BMW are in an aweful spot of bother,and it is showing.
@swi66 Hello, During our last year of college, we drove around in my wife’s 62 Corvair coupe as it got great gas mileage. It was funky, had a smooth automatic transmission and was as slow as an 80 year old guy walking across the yard. Yikes, that’s me… But a year later, we were married and living in a equally funky apartment with a little fur ball of a dog. One of her favorite things to do was to run around on the sand at any coastal beach during our beach/surf forays. But, we never took her to a Christmas tree lot. So, near our old college campus, was one of the largest tree lots in the area and since it was on one of the busiest streets leading to the intersection of 3 So Cal freeways, it had tons of traffic. People stopped on their way home, stopped during the day time side road trips and during the evening, families came to this popular lot near the campus. When we got out of the Corvair, our little dog instantly sniffed the air. Sawdust and pine trees was an instant “happy” time for her. We took the Corvair due to wanting to get a small tree for a corner table top. It would have to fit inside of the Corvair or easily strapped to the top, if it was a larger tree. The instant we got to the entrance, we let our dog down in the sawdust. That was a mistake. She took off running around the open areas of the sawdust lot and ran around in circles as fast as she could. Yes, she left flying sawdust as if someone was in a car going around in circles with the smoke flying all around and to the rear. That was her doing donuts in the sawdust. People actually came over to watch her run around until I could catch her and put on her leash. We got a larger tree and strapped it to the top of the Corvair coupe. At our small apartment, our initial choice of a small tree was gone. Now, this larger tree took up most of the corner of the room and we had to move a antique dining table across the room to another corner. Jnaki The second photo is the world famous, but, now gone, location on the coastline of So Cal near Santa Barbara. It was Santa Claus Lane in Carpinteria, a coastal city with the high speed freeway zipping by the huge Santa Claus sticking up in the air. When our dad took us on our long vacation road trips up the coast, my brother and I instantly knew where the huge Santa Claus Statue was located and anxiously waited the arrival as we zipped by on the roadway/freeway. Then our coastal surf trips always told us the we were getting close to Santa Barbara and a few choice unseen surf spots in front of those coastal homes along this portion of the freeway. As my wife and I took our "up the coast road trips" in the red El Camino, our little dog loved the beach stops. For some reason, our dog jumped up on the narrow panel and the top of our seatback to run back and forth for some reason as we approached the coastal beach location curve on the freeway. She knew something and we did stop here to check out the area. Wouldn’t you know it, they had a small tree lot next to the shops. Again, our dog was anxious to get in that familiar smell. But, this time, she was on a leash but still smelled the sawdust and tree lot aromas. A fun place that has been around since the late 40s and we had seen it many times going up and down the coastlines on our various road trips. Our son got to see it plenty of times we drove up to visit with my brother at his Santa Barbara house(s). But in 2000, it was torn down due to unstable structures and not an earthquake strength build. At last seen, remnants of the old Santa Claus are still around in the nearby city of Oxnard. But, it is not the same... YRMV
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