Fourteen years ago ... Quentin made his grand entrance. Only a week late, and with no drama. Of course, his early days were full of drama ... colic for 6 months. There were times when he was in danger of being chucked out the window. But we have forgiven him, and he has grown into a really great kid. He is funny and handsome and full of personality. I can't wait to see what kind of man he becomes. Probably a stand-up comic.
We celebrated his day by going to lunch at a local drive-in that has been around for 50+ years. It has the best cheeseburgers, hands down, I have ever had. Of course I had to embarrass him by taking pictures, but that's something genetic; my mother did the same thing to me, so get over it.
David's new toy arrived today, all the way from Utah. He bought a 1967 Mustang from a dealer out there, who had arranged to have the car transported to NC. The trucker who was hauling it unfortunately did not have any papers for his trailer, and was pulled over by Colorado's finest. Truck and all cars on the hauler were impounded. Trucking company sent another hauler from Idaho (trucking company home base). Finally they show up today, trying to get an 18 wheeler into our cul-de-sac. NOT gonna happen. So he backs the thing out and I direct him to the clubhouse parking lot. The two guys are RUSSIAN ... straight from the Black Sea. No wonder the Colorado Highway Patrolman said something about the Russian mafia. Let's just hope it's all Russian and no mafia.
David had a Mustang in college (named Jaws) that he adored, but had to sell it because it became somewhat of a money pit. All these years he has longed for another Mustang, and finally decided that now was the time. I drove it for a little bit this afternoon ... it's very rumbly and growly, a true Muscle Car. It's going to be a blast to run around in Jaws II.