Little Lessons

“Consider the postage stamp: its usefulness consists in the ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.” – Josh Billings

One day in 1981, a friend of mine asked me to cover for her for a few days at her part-time job. Little did I know that that favor would be the beginning of a life-long love affair……………………………with mail.

“Memory is the one paradise out of which we cannot be driven.” – Sacha Guitry

We were admiring the 1930 Cord on display at the museum, when we heard a voice say, “You know, the classic color was yellow.”

We turned to learn more from our new guide. “Oh yes, Cord was known for their yellow cars. Do they have the engine hood open on the other side? They were beautiful machines. Really ahead of their time. Did you see the one out in the car show? Retractable headlights. In 1930.”

“My husband had the chance to buy one once. $2,000. Which was a good buy. They sold new for $2,900. It was either buy the car, or date me for the next 3 years.” – said with a twinkling smile.

“Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.” – Samuel Johnson

One of my favorite pastimes is attending classic car shows. Walking down the rows, being surprised by the next discovery. Beautiful lines, glossy paint, and polished chrome transform ordinary vehicles into works of art.

At most amateur shows, there’s an opportunity to meet the owners. The conversation often begins with the origin story. “My grandfather bought this car back in 1935.” “It was just a rusting frame that I found in a junkyard.” “My first car was also a 1972 Skylark, only this one is worth a lot more.”

Most owners will explain why their car is unique – retractable headlights, V-12 engine, hidden storage panels. They encourage you to take as many photos as you want. Some even let you sit inside!

"You are the storyteller of your own life and you can create the legend or not." - Isabel Allende

For the past 18 months, my business partner and I have been making weekly trips to see a client in New Mexico. Staying in the same Marriott, we’ve become “regulars” to the staff. We often stop in the lobby lounge for dinner or a nightcap at the end of the evening. The bartenders and servers are friendly, sharing stories and listening to our boring tales. After a while, it feels like we’re friends.