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If you’re reading this, then tugster has again left the Tower for another gallivant, maybe a coddiwomple, this one off wifi for a while, at least a week.

This post will be placeholder until I’m back, so I’ve got to come up with a memorable narrative, although obviously, I took the photos down south.

Imagine a modern day Rip van Winkle, kind of modern . . . say one who left for the mountains in . . . 1970 aboard his private plane and had it wait for him at the Old Car City International Airport.   When he woke after having the wrong drink with the wrong crowd, here’s what he saw of his aircraft.

This circa 1965 VW bus was where what had once been his state-of-the-art and stylish transporter, complete with beads inside.

Once at the airport, the crowd had taken him to what was then a thriving city whose spacious parking lots had this 1960 Ford pickup and other other vehicles.

Some oldies like this 1945 Chevy lurked, along with

a 1952 Ford,

a 1955 Ford,

a 1950 Dodge,

and a 1957 Chevy.  Of course, when he woke up, Rip was befuddled.  All these vehicles had been new and shiny and parked on clearings when he took his last sip.

Now they were like a princess who poked her finger with the witch’s needle . . . trapped in a thicket, undone!

All around were these quiet machines, les belles au bois dormantes, expressionless and motionless as sphinxes.



twins doing the do-si-do,

facing him . . . as if in a showdown.

Poor Rip.

In truth, Tugster needs a break, but I’ll be back  . . . in weeks or less when this coddiwomple, not a shutdown, has accomplished its purpose.

Until then, feel free to put on the respirator and peruse the moldy archives in the public places of Tugster Tower and search by the search window, the tags or categories (right below the title and in blue).  Or, here are the previous installments of trickster and variations.  Or, “pace straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Content [yourself] but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice.”  With that rough paraphrase, go out and watch traffic of the harbor, the waterboro…

If you want, you can guess the vintage of the unidentify the vehicles in the second half of this post, above.


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