would usually start out by apologizing for missing a Saturday night
deadline due to work; however, I have a lot to be thankful for including
my job. Just over a year ago I landed this job after several years of
jobs that were pure nightmares.
Even then I tried not to complain
because they were jobs and not an unemployment line like so many others
have been and are experiencing. So, instead of an apology I would like
to thank those of you who subscribed to my site and those that join each
day. I never thought it would blossom into something this big and into a
hobby that, like my job, has bought me such pleasure.
Friday, March 23, 2012
dreamed that Jonathan, my oldest son, had moved back home. We had gone
out one day to find him a car. We came across a mechanic who had a few
cars for sale. The cars seemed to be in two types, good condition with
bad engines and good engines and very bad body conditions. We were
looking at two vehicles, an old AMC Javelin whose body was in great
condition and a small four wheel drive Ford Ranger truck with a bad body
but the engine and transmission in great shape; both prices were really
“We could always buy both and make one good car.” Jonathan jokingly said.
about it as we stood there, I decided that would make a pretty cool
looking car. Just then the mechanic came up to us.
“For the right price I could do just that,” he said. “I’ve thought about it myself but have not had the time.”
The idea was good but I knew the labor price would be more then I wanted to pay.
“Well, think about it,” he added and went back to his garage.
and I talked about the Javelin and decided to start it up. It smoked a
great deal and I knew by the sound of the engine that it would not last
long. Jonathan talked me into taking it out on a test drive. We took
the car out on the road just around the block to see how it drove. I was
embarrassed by the amount of smoke coming from the tail pipe knowing
the people behind us must be upset because it was a thick smelly smoke.
Coming back to the shop, it dawned on me that I had not informed the
mechanic I was taking the car for a test drive. I was hoping he had not
called the police, thinking we had stolen the car. As we pulled into the
lot and got out he came up to me and asked how I liked the car. I was
in love with the body but knew I would be dealing with an engine problem
shortly down the road. I still had the image of the Javelin’s body
sitting on top of the four by four frame of the Ford Ranger.
While Jonathan wandered around and explored the other cars on the lot, the mechanic asked,
“Does your son have a job?”
“No,” I answered, “but I’m not sure if he is into car repair.”
“I am only looking for someone temporally to help catch up on some
work. If you’re interested in buying and combining the two vehicles,
Jonathan could work off some of the labor charges by his help. That
could even lower the cost by working on it himself on his off hours.”
liked the idea but we still need to talk price,” I told him.
Jonathan as he had walked about the lot, he reminded me of myself as an
adolescent . I thought that it could be a great father and son project.
I told the man I would like to make arrangements to purchase and
combine the two cars. I followed him into his office that doubled for
As I followed the man just inside his office, I noticed that I
had not ever looked at him while talking. All my attention had been on
Jonathan and the cars. I looked at the back of him but could not make
out any details from his shoulders up. I did however notice colorful
tattoos around both his arms from his wrist up to the short sleeves of