One of my neighbors on this quiet little street is an old retired guy who loves automobiles. He has them parked carefully on his front yard, and out on the street. Seven or eight, a couple of them cute. Tony is a hermit, I don't know him well.

I whipped up this printed page, and I'm taking it over to his back door tomorrow. He never answers his door, so I'll place it under a rock.

In the meantime, Shelby (the newly anointed Travel Agent) is working on a beach hottub massage package for me somewhere...