Took me a while, but I finally opened up enough space in my garage to squeeze the T-Bird in there.
Just in time too. Somewhere in my neighborhood some kind of little berries ripen in the fall. Birds just love them, but they are–apparently–a wonderful laxative. And there’s no place to park outside that isn’t under a tree.
Last year, I spent an incredible amount of time scrubbing down the car, picking leaves from the various cracks and crevices and drying out the trunk after rainstorms. Not this year–my only annoyance will be a lack of remote for my ancient garage door opener.
