I’ve been a wee bit sloppy lately.
Middle brother, who self identifies as “Smarter Brother” wrote in to say Mother Dear did not gift the Gremlin to him.
“I paid FULL blue book for that car… dad even made me pay the extra $35 for the AM/FM cassette player.”
That is the most funny thing I’ve heard in a long, long time. Middle/Smarter brother added that it took “serious game” to attract women in a purple 73 Gremlin. I concede that point.
Which begs the question, what WAS the Blue Book value?
“$1800. I had to call the guy at the AMC dealership to get the number… I wanted to pay $1000, dad said ‘No.’ I walked up stairs and grabbed the cash and fat-stacked him at the dinner table… the look on his face was classic! He and mom always thought I was out messing around, when in fact, I was at work.”
The second most funny thing I’ve heard in a long, long time. Damn parents. Glass is always half empty.
Finally, for a correction on the driveway accident see comment #2 at the end of the “Tesla-fy What?” post .
Secondly, it’s somewhat worrisome to me that the Gal Pal informs me that we both went to see Pulp Fiction and walked out somewhere in the middle. We were in a distinct minority. Peter Travers of Rolling Stone wrote, “There’s a special kick that comes from watching something this thrillingly alive. Pulp Fiction is indisputably great.” To each is own.