I have been trying for the past several days to come up with a word to describe my bride, my best friend, my partner for life.
Saint comes to mind, and it's accurate, if a little threadbare. She probably qualified for sainthood in the first year or two of our marriage, trying to come to grips with the quirks and foibles of someone who was certainly a less than optimum choice.
She stuck with it, and with me. Thank God she did.
I took the money I earned and bought a 1960 Plymouth Valiant station wagon. Still one of the ugliest vehicles ever manufactured, but it had a slant six engine that was darn near bullet proof.
Prior to 1965, Chrysler used left-hand (reverse thread) lug nuts on the driver's side of their cars. This was left over from the days when wagon wheels only had a single nut holding them on the axle. Using reverse thread nuts on the left side of the wagon kept them from unscrewing as the wagon went down the road. Once car manufacturers went to multiple lug nuts, reverse threads were no longer necessary, and really didn't make much sense.
A few months after I got it, the old Valiant lost a spindle on the way home, the right front wheel took off across a pasture, and I spent the weekend scouring junkyards for a replacement. I didn't think about it at the time, but the one that broke was on the right and the replacement I found came from the left side of a car. It worked fine for years after I replaced it, but I probably had the only car around with left handed lug nuts on three of the four wheels.
How many reindeer does Santa have?
How many?
Ten.
Ten???
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, Rudolf, and Olive.
Olive?
You know. Like the song - "Olive, the other reindeer..."
For the past several years, I have posted pics of ugly Christmas sweaters and at least one out-of-the-mainstream Christmas song. Pickings were pretty slim this year, so I've combined the two...
And this sweater that defines 2020...
