If ever there was an unexpected treasure hidden behind a plain exterior, this is it! Anyone who has lived in Richardson, Texas as long as I have will remember the building on Campbell and Nantucket as the original Sterlings catalog store. After that, it was offices. Recessed off Campbell, is a nondescript building, except for the fact that there are now huge letters on the front that say Classic Cars, Banquet Rooms and NTX. The place was peopled by extras from "Hells Angels on Wheels" and every bad prison movie ever made. This woman kept bumping into me. She was medium height, slender, had long brown hair and three teeth. Her face looked a little like it had caught fire and some caring person had tried to put it out with an ax. Every time we collided I apologized nervously and she walked away. From behind she could have been Miss America. I swear.

The Internet was an invaluable tool, used in our restoration project. The new engine was found, and ordered online from a company in Arizona. He found the best buy on "Fatman" suspension by being able to shop all over the country, with just the click of the mouse. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chevrolet_S-10 Skip: "Not sure, --maybe a skunk, dead frogs, the water smells sometimes; maybe shit, who knows up here, could be a combination ... let's shut our windows." As another mile goes by it starts to get a little foggy looking out the window, shadows seem to be everywhere. I quickly came to a startling conclusion: people will sing along to anything. The content of the song doesn't matter. Politics simply don't enter into it. People are really singing along to the melody, or the bass line or something. What the words actually mean is immaterial. Once there, Teddie stashed his bike in the storage shed and they mounted the front steps of their new apartment together. She fumbled in her pocket for the key, her hands shaking, some part of her expecting to see the man in his big buy truck box pull up at any minute. He doesn't even know you're gone, she thought, and finally found the key. To digress a bit, I need to tell you that Sgt. Grace lied. First, the language I was assigned to study was Vietnamese. Second, after going through the 101st Airborne Division's jungle combat school in Phan Rang, I was assigned to the 1st Brigade, a reactionary unit. I joined them in Dak To, and early the next morning was flown out to join an artillery battery in what was called "Operation Eagle Bait". Didn't take long to find out we were the bait, and Charlie was the eagle. The objective was to tempt the Viet Cong into attacking us, then bring in an assault wave of Huey's loaded with infantry, and wipe the enemy out. What I quickly discovered is that there is nothing in the world comparable to the first night you are brought out of a deep sleep by M-60 machine gun fire. I resumed my mission and approached the Shadow Bar. Shadow Bar is an unusual name that had nothing to do with the building itself. The walls were bright, white stucco with the front of the one-story building evenly divided by a massive black door with a small glass window centered about five feet up from the sidewalk. The few windows in the building were covered with shades and draperies that allowed no glimpse of what was happening inside. The PC is no longer the only way of accessing the Internet. We now have PDA's and cellphones that can access the Internet, and send and receive e-mail. By this time next year, as more people learn the use and benefit of these devises; anything needed to maintain and restore these Classic Car investments can be obtained while driving down the road.