I dreamt last night that I was driving back from the Cape with TH in his, ahem, 1950s convertible. I don't know what kind it was, it might have been a light blue or green T-Bird. But it was just the most ridiculous car, and for some reason he was giving me a ride home from the camp, and I said, "Hey, that's a great car! But it can't get very good gas mileage." And he said, "Oh, it gets about 19 mpg, so really, it isn't too bad." So, we got to the rotary in Gfld, and instead of heading west, he gets on the highway to go north, and we go to some restaurant in Brattleboro.
This is just sort of bizarre, if you don't know TH, but if you do know him, it's quite an amusing picture. TH in a big ol' convertible.
This is just sort of bizarre, if you don't know TH, but if you do know him, it's quite an amusing picture. TH in a big ol' convertible.