good one!

 

Good one! Friends and loved ones, and friends who are loved ones, sometimes send me pictures of old cars they come across here and there. Joe did especially when he lived in North Carolina and used to spot old ones, antiques and classics, on his Saturday morning breakfast runs or while riding winding roads on his motorcycle. Jackie does now and then. Mike challenges me with snaps of cars all over the place, including a 1957 Ford that was very like the new blue and white 1958 Ford Custom 300 that Linda and I bought from Cook Ford while we were home on Navy leave in December 1957. 

From John this morning the above shot of a brass era Model T Ford touring car from 1909 to 1914. Dating a car model is as much fun as trying to date a Bible book, and similar sort of reasoning. See if you can establish any "not before, but not after" parameters. Mark's gospel, for example, has Jesus talking about the Jerusalem temple being destroyed, which leads many scholars to date it not before about the year 70 A.D. For me, not a Model T expert, this one's a bit of a challenge to be precise. But, okay, there are no vertical louvres in the sides of the engine hood cover, the louvres were added for either the 1913 or 1914 model year, and it has front doors, which were added for the 1912 model year, so maybe a bracket of 1912-1913. It's very much like the scale model 1912 Model T Ford that my mother bought years ago because it was the model year of her birth, and gave me a year or two before she died. So, I'm guessing 1912. 

Lovely out here on 7H porch this early morning. Clear sky, Venus high in the east, Sirius just off Orion's belt. Squawk of a wading bird in the Bay edge seven floors down.

Today: to Lowe's to buy yellow safety tape to go on the steps between the Altar area and the Sacristy, where folks have fallen before and where I saw an elderly parishioner trip and fall yesterday. An experience of aging is that you become super-aware of hazards like thick rugs and unexpected steps, and places that are not sufficiently lighted for older eyes; and realize that younger folks are entirely blind to these things, as I was, not that many years ago. Watching for tripping and falling hazards can become almost a fetish. Grocery store for dish soap and Saran Wrap. Later to Pruitt to visit Malinda.

A FuroForty day to boot.

RSF&PTL

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