A Message from Madame President
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. P.D. James
Hello Friends, Welcome to autumn!
Sacramento has a short fall; more like this quote I found by Oscar Wilde: “And all at once, summer collapsed into fall…” You wait for it to arrive, to get some relief from the heat, and you feel a bite in the morning air. Then it turns on you and it is 97 degrees during the day, and summer lingers on. Time passes, and the leaves fade and gradually turn colors, and plunk, fall arrives. I remember wearing a jacket as I walked to my high school, and when the day warmed up, I carried that heavy coat around the rest of the day! I shared a locker all four years. They were three-tiered and so small. No room for jackets in there.
Wasn’t the Show wonderful? Huge thanks to Jerry and Katie, and all the volunteers who made it happen. The weather was perfect, the cars were all spiffy (what a variety!!) and the visitors were so happy to come out and see everything. We need to gird our collective loins for the next Show that will be here in 8 short months! Also, kudos to the raffle folks, like Dave, Paula and brand new member Lorraine, and to the Regalia booth with Beni, Jean and Mike. And last, but not least, a big thank you to Ken for setting up and managing our sound system. Brilliant work everyone!
Honey and I wandered over to the Swap Meet. He had picked out possible vintage plates and needed my input. We ended up with the
only pair appropriate for the 1958 TR3. We passed by a couple enthusiastically buying a dash for an MG. They all gladly posed for me. Everybody was happy!
Honey took the TR3 out for a spin today. He said it was an OK day until then, but then it was a great day! That’s what LBCs are all about! Tomorrow morning, in the cool air, maybe we will drive it over to Davis Ranch to get some vegetables. And a pie!
Here are your jokes for the season:
How do leaves get from place to place?
“Poor old fool,” thought the well-dressed gentleman as he watched an old man fish
in a puddle outside a pub in the cool autumn air. So, he invited the old man inside for a drink. As they sipped their whiskeys, the gentleman thought he’d humor the old man and asked, “So how many have you caught today?” The old man replied, “You’re the eighth.”
See you at the next meeting-in-the-park on October 5!
Your Prez, Katie