1938 Packard

Like, watch other people's relationships become spectacular train wrecks.

"Are we retreating from Russia, Mon General?" "No, we're advancing to Paris, Mon Idiot..."

Big cups are good for making cold brew. Leaves plenty of room for the tea ball full of coffee grinds.

That's for you to decide, mon idiot.

The silver is my idea, not the designer's.

Be more specific.

A visit of what?

That's not what happened. Not even close.

There was never a body pillow in my icon.

Somebody would have to prove they were stolen. Not possible.

All but the brainy kids.

When a person goes Garbo, it's best to leave well enough alone.

The smaller a thing is, the more easily hidden.

You're only young once, but perpetual immaturity is free and can last more than a lifetime.

I really don't know. I left the state for two years and when I came back, she was no place on anybody's radar. Right now, she could be doing anything from busing tables to teaching Spanish.

Always be the sort of person who makes the Devil say, "Aww shit... not YOU again!?"

The museum is more fun.

Let's oxidize a few cigars and find out.

Which successful people do that? Only those who used to be destitute. I knew this one way back when a Sony Trinitron and a busted up VW van were all he had to his name.

Is it my intent to sell them at all? Let's see what they are appraised at first.

When someone owns a lot of properties, money becomes stuff to toss around like cigars. The designer said he would do the work just for the cost of the silver.

I don't think they had been certified by anyone. But to be practical, the jewelry designer has access to people who could evaluate them. Authenticity, etc.

Barely any clouds... Nice view of Mars from here. At the NASA Space Museum, I learned that Mars gets its red color from many rust particles on the surface. Hey... Rust is evidence of oxidation. So, where did the oxygen come from? I should go back to the museum and ask.

When they were given to me, I didn't ask for their history.