By Jim Hagarty
I don’t often hanker for old, old cars, but I flipped out when I saw this 1931 Ford Model ‘A’ parked at my vet’s yesterday. It is such a beauty. I eventually watched the owners come out and drive away. A man and woman in maybe their early ’60s. Well dressed in natty attire, sort of old fashioned. Straw hats. They drove out of the parking lot, their car hardly making a sound. She had her arm around him. I bet they had a good day.
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Author: Jim Hagarty
I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.
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