I can't help it! I love old cars more than I love a parade!
Another Beachcomber Days has come and gone. Kelly, J.C. and I only went to the car show, and went home before the "celebration" started.
Carol worked all morning baking and cooking for the firemen, drove an ambulance in the parade, got a transport to the hospital right after it ended, and was busy all afternoon with a surf rescue call. She came home pooped.
Boy, do I feel like a wimp!
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