I apparently had an attack of the "smarts' and avoided the heat of the blacktop in July. Instead Linda and I met up with the group in air conditioned cabins and the shade of the picnic pavilion as the sun went down Friday evening. We had a good time hooking up with the group, sharing stories and food, but I had to avoid the temptation of a few beers because we drove back home that night. No too bad a 90 mile drive with the rain on dark Tennessee roads. I now have my 46 back from the body shop where the running board was repainted after the paint-stripper-gas removed 49 year old enamel. The so-called benzene, toluene, gas took that paint better than any stripper you could get at Lowes. We look forward to a better venue and time next year.
