.............Well........I got back home to NY from my dad's funeral in Sanford, Fla. last night. It was a sad experience but life goes on. Shoveling a foot of snow off of my driveway this morning was a good way to put things back in perspective here at home. Call it shock-therapy. The local vintage car & hot rod club in Sanford provided several cars in the motorcade to the cemetary after the funeral and even though none of them were VW's, I think that those guys are good examples of what kind of terrific people are drawn toward old cars. My dad didn't care too much for my taste in cars but he always understood how I felt when he saw me going nuts whenever I saw a great looking bug on the road whenever we were riding together. Another moving display that brought tears to my eyes was the tree top level fly-over of four or five old biplanes at the grave site ceremony in a 'missing man' formation. Anyway, I'm back and I'm not going to talk about this episode in my life any more but I'd at least like to thank those of you have expressed their sympathy to me about my dad's untimely death last week.
Tim