Pierce

 

Hacking away at Saturday as my face recovers again, for the second Time since New Years Day, this Time somewhat painfully for a change, from Thursday's help with making the dermatologist's car payment. First Time I've taken their prescription of "for surgical pain" capsules, which seem to bring on bizarre dreams. Not scary nightmares, but absurd nonsense. Graphs and stacks of numbers and assignments with deadlines to work out and solve. And three hour dayTime naps. Well, I like the naps - - at this age, naps are the best part of life, but waking up from them is miserable. A nap is supposed to let you wake up refreshed, but these don't!

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We had other on calendar for today but are sticking close to 7H as Time comes for removing the bandage. Dr prescribed no shower until today, then rip the adhesive tape off, wash with antibacterial soap, and water and the prescription salve are to start the process of dissolving the stitches. 

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But there's still and always room and Time for cars. 

These are mid-1930s Pierce Arrows.

Pierce collapsed in insolvency and ceased production with the 1938 models, but some were still on the road when I was a boy, and they were easy to recognize because of the way the headlights were in the front fenders instead of the customary location up against the radiator. 

The Silver Arrow was the most streamlined car of its day.

In addition to remove bandage and gaze upon Frankenstein, it's a Furo-60 day, so I'm bringing this blogpost to an early emergency close.

Tomorrow is Sunday as Epiphany Season continues.

RSF&PTL

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