My mother bought a new Pink Cadillac, just like the one at the car show. On the 4th of July that year my brother and I (we were young teens) stuck a cherry bomb in a kerr jar full of gray paint,lit the fuse that was sticking through a hole in the lid. We threw it on the roof of the garage and waited for the explosion. When it blew it rained down grey specks, covering her new car. Thank the lord for turpentine. We will be going home Tuesday. The car show was cool, but not enough Rat Rods. Too many puritans can't break away from the norm. I think we are going to the river tonight and see if the boat will run. Baby Valerie is now 6 weeks old, she is not so brittle and dainty now so we can handle her like a cute rag doll.
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