Sunday was supposed to be our family pajama day since the skies were dreary and the sun was hiding somewhere on the horizon. Plans were to soon change since the clouds let the sun go. We changed into our clothes and headed downtown for Ski to Sea. It was around noon when we left which meant the boy did not have their naps.
We walked around, danced a bit, met with some friends and then walked a mile to a park nearby for a car show. The show showcased vintage cars and even though the skies were still a tad overcast there was people all over the place, big kids and little kids.
My dad always said that I was born on the wrong era, that I am more of a 30’s or 40’s soul so imagine how happy seeing all these vintage cars made me! All that was missing was some Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, or Dean Martin music on the background and I would have been even happier!
My favorite in the show!
A. couldn’t have cared any less about the cars. At the sight of the playground he was off to play pirate. We knew this was bound to happen, but we simply had to go to the car show. You see, little mister J loves cars. His love for cars is even greater than that for anything else. He’d jump off my arms if he were to see a car he likes and I wasn’t fast enough to let him go see it. It goes that far.
This little boys pats cars, caresses cars, hugs cars, talks to cars. I can see him at age 30 in warm weather city (probably near the beach) with a cat or two and a car collection ranging from cars from the 30’s to his brand new Audi. This love goes that far.
And once he is older I can see him taking his grandkids to car shows in which his most precious possessions will be showcased.