Lillian's watchful eye sees all. Check her out over on her flickr page.
And in my dad's back yard, the MG parts are burrowing out from under the shed:
It's like the Great Escape, only with car parts. That bumper happens to go by the name McQueen.
Meanwhile, someone's sending me mysterious postcards from the Chicago-land with tender song lyrics. A little piece of me thinks it's the head of a major University. Some places send AA/EEO cards...but not this one. Or it might just be Boy Elroy. Whoever, thanks!
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