I drive a 92 Camry. it's sort of beige-with a maroon door on the driver's side. and there's a Red Sox Championship flag on my window that sticks up above the hood. so I can find it more easily, of course.

Carolyn, I'll be thinking about your dad! I hope he doesn't need surgery. Tim, thanks for posting the photo of the Camaro - I wouldn't have recognized it, either. Here's my Camaro story: In 1982, I was a junior in college. My parents told me they were buying a new car for themselves (actually, for my little sister to drive as a senior in high school, grr). They drove up to my dorm in a brand new, white Camaro! It was the first year that they updated it. What an awesome car!! The next year, my sister lived in the same dorm I did. The deal was that I had top priority to drive it whenever I wanted to. V8 engine and so cool!! Later, DH and I (before we were married) drove it all the way from Austin to Madison, Wisconsin to meet his parents. Then after we were married, we drove it all the way from Austin to Portland, Maine when we moved here. The car that was so awesome in Texas didn't do so well in the Maine winter. Driving it through blizzards to go skiing was a little scary! We finally sold it in 1988 to a young guy who wrapped it around a tree. I still miss that car. I saved its Texas plates - "ZYP 989" (not vanity, just random).

I think I am going to go for whiner. Its cold out. Its going to rain tomorrow and the next day. We are out of blueberries at home . . . oh woe is me . . .

Twokitty, you my fren have such a great and positive attitude....you rubbed off on me, really! I don't want the stoopid record, but I really don't want you to have it either...I want you well and running Bro! TimBo

Timvee, you probably won't need it but what kind of car would you like to have awaitin' for you at the giant hill at mile 16? In the meantime, in case it might be needed, tramps' national is a model rr, . . . and Mt. Washington will probably be even better. Congratulations lucky tramps.

Prayers out to the Wildchild family Though there was no running, there had been a couple of good days. Late Monday afternoon, a delivery truck came in with 57 interior doors for one house. the average price was 1,000 each. After they were unloaded, the sales man came out and nearly cried. They were not manufactured right. I went through them again. One of them was right! That's nearly 2%! After work, there was a meeting with Mom's estate attny. After over a year, we may finally be getting near the end. Last summer, it was clear she owed more than she was worth. I tried walking away and the court sent a letter telling me that, they would hire some one to finish closing out her estate and I'd have to pay for it. I asked the lawyer if the receipt from getting bailed out should be listed as household expense or entertainment. She said, "Steve, we can't talk about this!". I told her it was at the memorial.....She yelled, "I can't hear this!"..She's going.."Stop...Stop..", as I asked, "Doesn't every one have the cops show up for funerals?". When I told her I was kidding, the lawyer couldn't quit laughing. Wednesday is typically a rest day.