I was away at a wedding in Kent county (NB). Some guy there has a couple of 197? Caddy convertibles for sale, but I didn’t see what he wanted for them.
On the way home, a Mountie was behind me on the highway, for the first ten km, he was veering over the white line, the right side wheels on the paved shoulder. WTF?
Then I did catch up to and pass the MG from the Great Race, so I felt happy.
There’s nothing like going to a family wedding (a niece) and having the bride regale everyone with stories that she heard about you from her professor, one of your former classmates.
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