( Blogger's note. I did not write this. I swear. Yes, I know I have a morbid imagination and, yes, a melancholy turn of min...

    She knew this was the last chance she was going to get to visit her favourite spot. Already leaves were curling under her feet...

I swear, this isn't as incoherent as it seems. It all ties in with the grand show of vintage cars I took in on Sunday, my favorites be...

This was my first shock. It's a "whatisit" from 1949 (or something), bulbous like a fungus, or puffy lilke a marshmal...

Now I've got Edsels on the brain. You know, those cars from the '50s that kinda-sorta-didn't catch on. Th...