BOOKCASE AND MILLSTONE in Postcards 4

I was looking at old pictures last night as everything was transferred over to this computer. It was such a sadness to realize most of the friends I saw were dead. This doodle was done when the kids and I were living in “DSA” on Abbot Street.*

My doodles are intermixed with acres of photographs. One gift they give me is memory.

I dearly loved my old Datsun sports car with its 200 some miles on it. I would spend all my time and money trying to keep it going. As fast as I repaired on thing, another would break. Mother was at a VW dealer one day. She saw this zippy little tan hatchback and thought it would be perfect for me. I had just told the Datsun that if one more thing broke, I would trade it in. The windshield wipers stopped working. Mother and I met in the middle.

At least I could diagnose and fix my beloved sports car. The VW was far more modern. With its early computer, it became a millstone around my neck. Any time I look at this doodle, I not at all fondly remember this car.

Do you have a special photo or drawing that triggers some firm memories.

Type 3, VW hatchback.
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• Himself: Got really behind with his work yesterday because of all the phone calls.


• Myself: Laundry…sheets and towels too.


• Doodles: I still miss my little Datsun. These two were done in 1978.


• Reading: I really have to finish that Bransetter but don’t want him to die.


• *: It really was called Dog Shit Acres.


• Gratitude’s: I can’t remember who I asked to lead tonight’s meeting. Let’s hope I wrote it down somewhere. This is very good for me.