Congratulations Ed!!
And many more, enjoy every day.
And Congratulations also to that guy from Jersey.
And many more, enjoy every day.
And Congratulations also to that guy from Jersey.
There's no explaining it Ed. The 'right'Gentlemen, take a gander at this:
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This terrible quality picture is of myself and my bride (we may have both been a tad less than sober at the time)
was taken in 2001 - that's 22 years ago.
I look sort of gaunt and pale in the pic because, well... I had just been through another Dance with the Defibrillator
a couple weeks prior, one of three official times that's happened in this life for me.
This particular "dance" was the 2nd; the one where I heard my own flatline in real time and felt the mule kick of
that particular life-saving device, my brain not quite shut down yet....
(I'd love to be that thin now - just not by employing the methods that got me there that last time).
Now, that all sounds very dire, I realize....but this actually is a happy post.
Stay with me here...I'll explain.
The reason I decided to share this raggedy picture is because today is our 20th anniversary of marriage.
Yep. This is the one that "took", after a bit of carnage previously in the nuptual department for me
(I'm a bit of an asshole, you know. Hard to live with sometimes...).
I had finally met Lisa after many years of getting it wrong and we fell instantly for each other and all
seemed to be going so well...and then I died again.
Way to ruin the party, Ed!
Now, she had every right to run like hell at that point - we weren't hitched then and things didn't look so
rosy for my recovery even though they did manage to get me ticking again.
But....She didn't. God knows why she didn't, but I'm obviously grateful for it.
We wind up getting married on this date in 2003 and off we go!
Through the years, out here on the side of the ridge, there's been mighty struggles and the usual challenges
all couples face over time - and even a few rough patches here and there - and I've managed to get deathly
ill a few more times (cats got nine lives; Eds have at least 4, I can attest to) but yet, here she is....still.
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Heck, she even pretends to like my hobby sometimes....
I even found out later on that she knew I was sneaking out to the garage to work on Fred over the
years when I was supposed to be recouperating from this cancer or that surgery or whatever....
Dummy me always thought I was getting away with it, until she came home early and caught me one
day, laying under Fred working on something with 30+ stitches in my gut...
All this to say, I'm feeling pretty damn blessed today and felt like sharing some here.
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Anyways, I figured you all should know who to blame for me still being on this side of the dirt...
She remains the one person on this earth I would do anything for, without hesitation.
Oh, PS - she'll be the one you'll have to bargain with if you try to buy Fred after I leave.
That's very humbling stuff, sir - thank you!There's no explaining it Ed. The 'right'
one just seems to fit, no matter what
life tends to throw in your path to try
to screw things up. So glad you've
managed to beat the odds and are
here to post your accomplishments.
Never quit, never give up, never give in.
We're backing you up 100%.
I, for one, knowing past temperments
of your posts, would gladly come to
your aid should the call be announced.
(I'm retired and have a car that hauls
***).
BRAVO !
Ed,That's very humbling stuff, sir - thank you!
"(I'm retired and have a car that hauls ***)."
About as good as it gets right there, eh?
Oh my, brother - that's so very complimentary of you, thank you!Ed,
I would be honored if you could help
name "that old gal" (your quote from
a previous post). Going back to my
early teen years, my dad named his
'52 Chevy panel "Bob", short for
"bucket of bolts".
It sometimes takes an outside point
of view to nail down the perfect name.
My son (Iraq veteran) and I have gone
round and round as to what to call
"her".
Some History:
The very start of this build stemmed
from my young age visions afforded
to me by a mentor fellow Mopar
enthusiast who was also my former
boss. An engineer in electric power
generation. He sold the truck to me
for $51.00. Exactly $1.00 more than
he paid for a bent and twisted 1940
Plymouth truck.
He, also a veteran of the Vietnam
conflict.
31 years from start, to where it is
now, being the truck never took
front and center in lifes" everyday
struggles.
My former boss, Vern, is no longer
with us, as he succumbed to the
affects of agent orange.
Which highlights my concern for
your health and well being, as well
as any member here, who may
struggle under similar circumstances.
Maybe post a vote thread?Oh my, brother - that's so very complimentary of you, thank you!
I couldn't presume to know her well enough to name her - that's for her creators, after all -
and with a story like that, it's quite befitting she have a proper name to go with it.
I can suggest what ideas pop to mind when thinking about her, though:
- 1940's, of course - so she should have a popular 1940's name
- She is definitely a she, so a female name
- Being a Dodge, her name should begin with a "D"
- She should have a name that evokes the love that she was created under
I do a little research with that criteria in mind and I come up with names like:
Dorothy
Dolores
Doris
Darlene
Deanna
If I had to pick just one of those, I'd have to go with Dolores - a Latin, uncommon name with
a bit of class to it - and of course the link to the Mother Mary, too.
I'm sure whatever name you come up with will more than fit, my friend. Thanks for letting me play
along and whatever you choose is fine by me.
Dottie. I like it.Maybe post a vote thread?
We've got the list narrowed down to
3 names.
Maggie Mae - Rod Stewart
From my high-school
years where old style hot rods
melded with new mid 60's/70's
era cars. Competition was heavy with
aftermarket go fast parts vs what
OEM's were rolling off assembly lines.
An amazing time for a teenager who
just got his license.
Sally - Queen (Fat Bottom Girls).
More to do with the overall
appearance of a 1940's era Dodge/
Plymouth truck. Most vehicles of this
era sported massively fat fenders.
Dottie - With the "D" reference to
Dodge as you suggested.
Thanks for your input, Ed.
Getting close. Got a 2-3 shift hang up.Dottie. I like it.
I wonder when she'll make her screen debut?
Hey Ed...Dottie. I like it.
I wonder when she'll make her screen debut?