The following is the sort of look-at-me bragfest often found on Facebook, Twitter, or other outposts of social media. I apologize in advance for stooping.
It’s Father’s Day and as often happens in our family, it turned into a weekend celebration.
Saturday was devoted to my wife throwing a cookout because my son and his family were headed out of town today. My brother the hermit made an appearance. Gifts were exchanged. Weather was great. A good time was had by all.
Today, the wife and I broke out the 2004 Mustang GT and cruised up to a huge car show in Windber held to celebrate coal miners – how politically incorrect – an event that had been wiped out the past two years due to COVID-19 overkill restrictions.
The weather continued to be ideal, sunny and not too warm. The car turnout was huge. I saw several old acquaintances and chatted with many strangers, including one who admired my hat.
Said hat, a red one purchased at the height of anti-Trump hysteria, says simply “Relax Idiots It’s Just A Hat.”
Back then it was great sport for the leftists to harass wearers of Trump hats and attempt to knock then off or steal them. My hat has gone unmolested.
I feel certain this was a largely Trump-friendly audience for this event, which was held on very same main street of Windber that used to host nightly cruising such as that immortalized in the film “American Graffiti.”
These days cruising has gone the day of $1-a-gallon gasoline, at least in these parts. But there are car shows, which as I have observed here before, are becoming more like AARP rallies. One former neighborhood guy that I ran into lamented how cars of our youth used to be cheap, are priced outrageously high now, but will be heading back to cheap as the current “motorhead” generation dies off and is replaced by kids who think modifying a car means adding a killer sound system.
For now, the car shows are strong and provide a window to view the true America. When the PA announcer asked for a pause of activity while our National Anthem was played, the crowd stopped and stood as one, doffed hats and remained silent.
My kind of people; the sort who would be looked upon with disdain by the crazed socialists holed up in their big cities and consequently blue states.
Leaving the car show early, we ate at a Chinese buffet that unbeknownst to us had transferred ownership. The prices were up slightly, but the food was improved, so it was a wash.
During the meal, some staff brought my wife a gift necklace, explaining that although it was Father’s Day, having a happy wife makes a happy life.
Can’t argue with that. Besides, my wife paid the check!
Soon it’s off to my son’s to dog-sit for the next few days.
Despite all the hardships visited upon us by Clueless Joe Biden and the socialist takeovers of education, media and government, it’s still possible to enjoy oneself.
As observed by 16th century poet George Herbert, perhaps anticipating the misery inflicted by Pelosi, Schumer and their ilk, “Living well is the best revenge.”
It drives the oppressors crazy.
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