Ooga Booga Boo

  A selection of Halloween masks from my last trip to the flea market.

 

This one reminds me of a Picasso painting.

Poor werewolf chipped a fang.

What's this supposed to be gorilla skeleton?

 

Zombie?

Happy Halloween!

Cherry Red

The first care I ever drove with any kind of regularity was a Ford Thunderbird. That big, blue piece of crap is the source of my hate of Fords since. However, I can admit when something is pretty.

I keep seeing this care in the underground parking by the grocery store.

 It probably belongs to someone working there. The other day the garage was empty enough that I could take pictures without other cars blocking my view.

 Shiny!

 Ford was probably trying to conjure the image of genteel landowners from the old country. I dunno. I'd have to ask my royalist friends if this is something they could imagine their gentry back in the fifties.

 More shiny.

Now, that's what I call a tail light. And check out that wood paneling.

And here is the whole thing.