Morgan Motor Court
Paul’s ‘Morgan Manor,’ or ‘Morgan Mansion,’ or, my fav, ‘Morgan Motor Court’ is near completion.
Paul’s ‘Morgan Manor,’ or ‘Morgan Mansion,’ or, my fav, ‘Morgan Motor Court’ is near completion.
It had been a tough week…broiling summer temps and an unwell horse that needed round the clock care. When the worst had passed, I was looking forward to no longer nodding off in a camp chair next to a stall, but rather, actually inside the house.
Sometimes you run across a story that’s just begging to be shared. For a couple of reasons.
First, there’s the staggering miracle which occurred, and secondly, it all relied upon the perfect precision of bringing together a gaggle of folks who all happened to be at the right place at the right time.
Having lived here at the Funny Farm for over 23 years and having gone through three trucks and five vehicles, it is only the purchase of Paul’s dream car, his ’64 Morgan Plus 4 (he gets annoyed if I leave off the plus 4), which has resulted in the construction of a garage.
A couple of years ago I used to have a giggle while driving towards Inman, SC, on a route that took me past a certain business which advertised itself with a hand-lettered sign reading “Bob’s Used Car.”
A friend of mine is going through a crushingly difficult time lately: she absolutely detests her job, has a brute of a boss and has to swallow his sarcastic jibes because, like millions, she dare not leave for fear of not finding work elsewhere.
So what are you doing on the 4th?” asked a well-meaning acquaintance I bumped into at the grocery store.
In reply, I stared. Not a ‘rockets red glare,’ stare, more of a ‘Whaaaa?’ stare.
“I have horses,” I said, as if that explained everything.
“Oh!” she smiled. “Does that mean you’re riding in a parade?”
As I write this column the desperate search continues for the five men (one, a teenage son) aboard the Oceangate Titan submarine somewhere near the wreck of the Titanic.
Now you know I love me some UFO scoops. And, like many, I believe—or should I say that I want to believe, UFOs and aliens are real— because it makes life far more interesting.
Both Paul and I have always had a love affair—from afar—with cars, mine stemming back to my single digit years on long trips to Florida during family vacations.
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