Bittersweet

When my Dad was 14 he pulled pieces of a vehicle out of a field. Over the next 20 or so years he and various buddies (Papaw and Uncle Uncle John included) worked on rebuilding it. It is a 1929 Chevy pickup with a corvette 327 in it. (yes, it will get up and go). When my Dad passed away almost 3 years ago he left it to me. It has been sitting in my Mother's shop and garage ever since, except for the occasional trip down the road and once in a parade. Today we moved the 29 to my house where it will now live. We had always planned to move it here but we finally had to. She has a huge mouse problem in her garage and they have been building nests on the motor and eating wires. We have 4 cats and no mice. This was my Dad's baby and I will always think of it this way even though it's mine now. It's been a sad moment and a happy one.

P.S. It has a camper because there was not enough room for 2 little children (my brother and I) so my Dad build this camper from scratch by himself to match.