tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post1409428688726632534..comments2023-10-11T02:43:45.437-07:00Comments on CASAMURPHY: Volvo NationLaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11202742050661813668noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-35371509696956652632012-06-09T10:40:01.787-07:002012-06-09T10:40:01.787-07:00If you break up that last paragraph into free vers...If you break up that last paragraph into free verse lines it's a poem.harryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15094676660514962306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-31117442373630662352012-06-09T09:17:11.992-07:002012-06-09T09:17:11.992-07:00My first car was a Ford Granads. As boring as that...My first car was a Ford Granads. As boring as that model was, I did trick it out with the best stereo system money could buy before I totaled it. Next vehicle? A 1956 Packard,(also eventually tricked out with stereo gear) a 12 person party barge that got literally 3 miles to the gallon. Talk about safety, that thing was all metal. No wimpy plastic anywhere on that thing. I learnt to parallel park in that car. I can now parallel a tank in Westwood.My own Damn Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04699618498157378648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-68174850012206460052012-06-08T16:39:26.156-07:002012-06-08T16:39:26.156-07:00The mythic "got my--- at 16 when I passed my ...The mythic "got my--- at 16 when I passed my driver's license" comes to pass in our household, for the first time. I am proud of Spuds. I do worry about his being unsupervised out and about our megapolis full of tens of millions, licensed or undocumented, trained or faked, native or tourist, transplant or newbie, with such rampant idiocy, road rage, cellphone addiction, and/or Big 7/11 or Starbucks Gulp guzzling SUV drivers so rapidly. Apropos, I came home to see said car (nice color) after attempts yesterday via Google Maps red-for-traffic, Sigalert-riddled, barrio police roadblocked commute on mostly surface streets over 28 miles to get home. I recall it took me a month to figure out a stick shift and another month to get the hang of handling a car, when far older than these boys and with a few million fewer people milling about than now, so I reckon you may have more to fill a non-fiction memoir soon. Let's pray novenas to the now-demoted St. Christopher and invoke with litanies our Parking Angels. xxx meJohn L. Murphy / "Fionnchú"https://www.blogger.com/profile/16616876266772470719noreply@blogger.com