Nice sunny spring morning here abouts, (rare for western Wash. in April). Speedway mirrors came in yesterday looking like they should, (not like the "Amacrap" one's of last week which are now buried deep in a land fill some place in the unknown deserts of eastern Oregon where they damned well belong, or soon will be, they tell me. So, I will await the arrival of my wife's daughter, Lori, to watch over her mother, (dememtia), as she doses daily, and take up residency beside my garage loved one, and begin the process of tickling its fancy with a new set of very pretty chromed set of swan neck mirrors. Got to get Mr. Williams, (Hank that is) on the old Victrola and Mr. Rpbbins also and G. Watson warmed up too. Chow.
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