Oh what we would give for the wisdom of a 90 year, the body of a 20 year old, and the energy of a 2 year old.

 

I know, its amazing just how much energy we had as a kid. We were fearless, adventurous, entertained ourselves with spitting contests, running for blocks just because it was fun, or heah look at that tree I bet I can get to the top first, or lets have a rock fight my stick is a Bazooka yours is B.A.R.. Ha, Ha. I loved the 50s.

 

Suck it up Jimmy. Someone once told me that if you stop moving someone might throw dirt on you.

You are under no time schedule. Just work on your truck on the good days.

 

Me thinks we have all gone back to our childhood with our trucks. I remember riding around in the family truck in the old days. I don't know how dad did it but he did it. The 49 Ford three ton flat deck was our family vehicle. We lived on a farm. There would be my mom, two brothers and our little sister in the cab. Shortly after my little sister came along though he bought a 1950 4 door Meteor. We used to go every where in the mountains and valleys in that truck. This was in the early ''50's.