Barnum was wrong. It's more like every 30 seconds.

I must be getting more virile as I age. How else do you explain the hair growing out of my nostrils?

My brain hasn't done much work today so I'll throw in some pictures.
Didn't have a lot of time to work on the car, just enough to install the carb on the intake manifold and...

put the decal on the air cleaner. It's a reproduction of the original that, in five different languages, says how often the oil inside should be changed. Daily in very dusty conditions, otherwise every 3,000 miles.

When the time comes I'll also order and install the decal that goes under the front hood specifying tire pressures. I think those little details dress up a restoration project and give it added interest. It's cool that they're readily available and reasonably priced ($6 for this one).

We have two new little boys at Pathway and the youngest is Parker. I think he's about three weeks old, maybe four. The ladies all thought Steve should hold him. I'll let you decide if he looks like a natural.
(No, I didn't Photoshop that sign into the pic. That's where it is.)

I had a small job at the Moore's today and on the way in I called Aunt Berdine. Her late husband Warren was my mom's brother and is the reason Steve's middle name is Warren. Warren & Berdine were very good to us when I was in my first, and very difficult church. I got paid an obscenely low salary by people who could have afforded a much fairer amount, and that was just the beginning of their bad attitude. (Thankfully, there were exceptions who treated us with respect and grace.) Pam was pregnant and we had no money for anything beyond rent and a few groceries. They lived 30 minutes away and looked out for us like we were their own. (Our folks were hundreds of miles away.) Warren and Berdine brought us a garage sale crib and a few other basic items that allowed us to set up a nursery. And they just generally looked out for a couple of scared kids who had no clue about anything. But that wasn't any surprise; they raised six adopted boys.

Warren died 15 years ago. Berdine is 94 and lives by herself in a mobile home in Chico, CA. Two weeks ago, on a Sunday morning, she got a call from Don's friend saying he hadn't arrived to take her to church as arranged. They went over to his apartment and got the manager to let them in where she found her son dead of what they now know was a seizure.
Children shouldn't die before their parents.

Berdine, who sounds just like she did when I last talked to her 30+ years ago, said she still gets teary on occasion, but she knows it won't be long before she sees Warren and Don in heaven.
That is no empty dream!
That is the promise of the God who sent his Son to die for Warren and Berdine and Don... and me.

Warren and Berdine were ministers of God's grace in our lives, meeting needs not from excess in their life - they lived on a very modest income - but from love.
T'ank you, Fadder, for people like Warren & Berdine. Teach me to be like them.