From the file: “you did WHAT when you were young…??” Imagine for a minute that you’re five years old again. There’s a kid-size cabinet in front of you. If you stick your feet into it, you can look in the top and see the bones in your feet and watch them move as you…
God certainly has an interesting way of reminding you He’s there. I’m wide awake, writing this at 4:30 am with a bit of stiff neck as the only reminder of one of the wildest rides I ever took in a vehicle. As I sit here in the dark with my laptop, I wonder why it’s…
(image above: this is not David’s beetle, but I recall seeing David’s legs appearing from underneath his VW in much the same way that these legs do! Sadly, no photos exist of our mythical Golden Beetle…) The Golden Beetle was my best friend’s first car. All of us — David, the VW bug, and I…
(image above: this is not David’s beetle, but it is the same year and looks the same except for the paint. David’s was more of a “spray bomb gold” — so not quite as clean as this one. Sadly, no photos exist of the mythical Golden Beetle…) The Golden Beetle was my best friend’s first…
(image above: this is not David’s beetle (nor my photo), but I imagine that his looked much the same in terms of “attitude” as he drove it on gravel roads during the MCO rally. Well, except for all the lights — we just had the regular headlights and a small dent in the front after…