I decided to take my Plymouth, aka Baby, to the Bishop Hill car show yesterday. The Chrysler is not quite ready for showing but will be by next Friday's big cruise-in in Monmouth. Anyway, I saw a sad exhibit of a father's love for his son. I didn't ask any questions, but I gather a young man, Charlie, passed away at the age of 26, and his dad had a newer truck painted with several vignettes depicting his kid's life. By the way, I didn't win anything but Baby is always a popular addition to the usual T-Birds, 55-56-57 Chevys and street machines. Blah!
It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.
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