It was 12:49 a.m. I walked into the dining room and told Wife Lila, “OK, I finished the video I was working on and uploaded it, then I uploaded the photos that Curator Jessica needs to have printed in Athens; I’m going to pop a bowl of popcorn, then unwind with half an hour of TV.”
“I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to tell me you had blog content to proof.”
“Oh, Bleep! I KNEW there was something else. Do you think the readers would believe our dog ate my homework?”
“We don’t have a dog.”
“THEY don’t know that.
Who is that young woman?
So, now that the dog excuse is shot, the burden is on you. Who the heck is this young woman? I don’t have a clue, and neither did the four or five folks I showed the photo to. I’m sitting in the back seat, so it’s not my car. It looks like a small car, maybe even a VW, but I can’t think of a single person who drove a VW in Cape in the mid-1960s.
Pat Sommers and Jim Stone were about the only two guys I ran around with who had cars: Pat had a small Pinto or something; Jim drove cars that came from the dealership his dad worked at.
The gal has a certain cool air about her. She is neither concerned (nor impressed) that I am taking pictures of her.
Your homework assignment
You homework assignment is to name this young woman (with her REAL name. Points will be deducted if you are found to have made one up). Bonus points will be awarded for identifying the car and its owner.
“The dog ate my homework is NOT an acceptable excuse.”
Shooting to tear down my equipment and load the van for a Friday morning departure.