I was driving home from lunch in Boulder Creek (small town in the
Santa Cruz Mountains) the other day and saw what I thought was
an MGPA in a restaurant parking lot. I was wrong, it was a '32 J2,
in wonderful shape. We ended up chatting with the owner (who I told
about this list) for a while. When I introduced myself he said:
"Aren't you the one that wrote the book? Crazy Larry from down the
street?" and he knew where I lived and what I drove. Granted, once he
mentioned his name (Paul) I remembered having met him a few years before.
LBC owners are a small community. Then again I can think of at least
3 other LBC owners on my street within half a mile south of me.
That J2 was sure cute though.
Sasquatch singing telegrams; for when you care enough to send the furry beast.