A memory came up this week when I emailed Bruth, out in Oregon. On those rides, if we went past a parking lot with more than 5 cars, Mom or Dad would often remark in a sing-songy voice about First Communion guests. We'd all groan...but it was funny, too. The biggest hoot was once when we approached a junk yard near Sartell, the line popped up before mom realized the cars weren't just parked there. Every junk yard after that, WE'D say the line. It was a hilarious family joke.
Since Bruth fixes foreign cars for a living, he has a small fleet of his own. Here's what he wrote back:
"A funny thing happened the other day. I've acquired quite a bunch of old BMW cars over the past few years. There's a whole row of them in front of my garage. Every day I come out of the house, around the corner, see them and take quite a bit of pleasure in the sight. As you might expect, they all have names. Townsend has this interesting history, Paoli provided parts which are now on Maller, what the hell will I do with Onion, Nino should really get worked on one of these days, etc. The other day, I came around the corner, same as usual, and into my head popped "some little girl is having her first communion!" And I could hear the usual denials in all of your voices.... I laughed out loud!"
|Bruth's favorites. That's Evaughn in front, can you tell?|
Thanks for the laugh, Bro, and for the memory ☺