In the photograph with Mr. Mason at the wheel: Is that really his mouth? Could he be singing? Going through the motions as he dreams of biting someone? Trying to crack a Brazil nut without the aid of a Squirrel (see p.i.f. entry of 2 September, below)? I'd want some answers before I bought stock in his company.
Kid down the road from me had a Metropolitan. This was in 1965 or so. It had neither engine nor wheels. He used to sit at the controls while his fun-loving uncles got their shoulders under the Nash's axles and trotted down to the crossroads store on beer runs. I loved his sister and envied his whole life.
In the photograph with Mr. Mason at the wheel: Is that really his mouth? Could he be singing? Going through the motions as he dreams of biting someone? Trying to crack a Brazil nut without the aid of a Squirrel (see p.i.f. entry of 2 September, below)? I'd want some answers before I bought stock in his company.
ReplyDeleteKid down the road from me had a Metropolitan. This was in 1965 or so. It had neither engine nor wheels. He used to sit at the controls while his fun-loving uncles got their shoulders under the Nash's axles and trotted down to the crossroads store on beer runs. I loved his sister and envied his whole life.
With that, the English have paid off their war debts in the USA
ReplyDeletecigar in mouth?
ReplyDeleteYup.
DeleteReminds me of my grandfather and great uncle Nate sitting on the front porch...