My son and I took the 63GT out for 102 miles today, all on secondary roads here in rural Kentucky, including a few miles of gravel. First we went by my deceased maternal grandparents' home; a mid-1800's log cabin with later upgrades, it now sits empty since around 1990, and is becoming dilapidated. We walked around on the property, peeked in the windows, looked underneath, and I pointed out several things of interest, like where the out-house used to be.
Next, we drove several miles to a 182 farm we lived on with my paternal grandparents, till I was around 4-5 years old. I showed him the route my older brother walked, about two miles, to school till 2nd grade. He'd rendezvous with a couple of friends about half a mile from the house, then they'd walk the rest of the way together. My dad, now 91, went to the same school till he, "graduated" the 8th grade. It was a one room school, and grades 1-8 were taught there, but there is no trace of the school anymore. My older brother still remembers the teacher's name.
Next we stopped by my maternal great-grandma's old home, now vacant since the 1980's, and dilapidated. I showed him where the grape vineyard in her back yard was, where us kids would eat grapes till our bellies ached. Then a few other points of interest, and more back roads all the way home. I have probably showed the above sites to my son half a dozen times over the years but, probably out of politeness, each time he acts as if it were the first time.
Yep, it sure was a nice day to exercise the Stude. But more importantly, a good opportunity to enjoy some quality father & son time.
Next, we drove several miles to a 182 farm we lived on with my paternal grandparents, till I was around 4-5 years old. I showed him the route my older brother walked, about two miles, to school till 2nd grade. He'd rendezvous with a couple of friends about half a mile from the house, then they'd walk the rest of the way together. My dad, now 91, went to the same school till he, "graduated" the 8th grade. It was a one room school, and grades 1-8 were taught there, but there is no trace of the school anymore. My older brother still remembers the teacher's name.
Next we stopped by my maternal great-grandma's old home, now vacant since the 1980's, and dilapidated. I showed him where the grape vineyard in her back yard was, where us kids would eat grapes till our bellies ached. Then a few other points of interest, and more back roads all the way home. I have probably showed the above sites to my son half a dozen times over the years but, probably out of politeness, each time he acts as if it were the first time.
Yep, it sure was a nice day to exercise the Stude. But more importantly, a good opportunity to enjoy some quality father & son time.
Early this past week, I took my 55 truck out of the barn for a run to my mom's nursing home. (14 mile round trip) But the week was so busy, that was about it for Studebaker driving. In addition to other nursing home runs, I managed to tinker with my engine stand project a little, and then allowed myself to get talked into repainting a friend's BMW motorcycle. That involved most of a day for a 100 mile trip to evaluate the job,and check out his facilities. It's gonna be more complicated than he realizes, cause he's going to have to do the sanding.
...so wish me luck. On the bright side, when I'm over that, due to the wind, all my walnuts & pecans are on the ground & waiting to be gathered.
Apparently, enough of us "upstate" vets complained and balked so that a "teleconference was arranged at our local clinic. Our local clinic is a rather lavish palatial "NEW" clinic in which millions of dollars was spent on the building. However, when we assembled in the room for the teleconference broadcast from a similar gathering at the Main facility in the state capitol...it turns out that the teleconference sound system must have been a cast-off from a drive-in window at a Taco-Bell, or Burger King.
Then...(not her fault) the medical professional chosen to make the presentation, had a heavy Asian accent.
FINALLY...something we all understood!
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