A few weeks back, I was handed a United Way pledge card, scribbled $20.00 on the paycheck line and tossed it back on the coordinator's desk.
Later, emails thanking me for my generous contribution to the Arts and Entertainment Council arrived. Oops. They thanked me with two theater tickets and a viewing of our Partner's car collection. By Partner I assume they mean Partner of God, because there is no one else on his level or above.
He has very nice cars.
Sweet little tangerine car, I do not know your engine size, I only know I love you. However, you are not my favorite car.
Anne at work is a Deliberate Supporter of the Arts, and this was her favorite:
There were mostly American cars, I think. Like this 'Vette:
However in the midst of sportscars, signage, and toys:
...there were two 1930's cars. One, a lovely yellow model with an a-oooga horn and a rumble seat:
... and another, a car that so hypnotized me I did not GET A PHOTO OF IT.
There's a blurry peek at it in the upper right corner of this photo:
But I searched for a photo of a red 1937 Cord Supercharged 812 Phaeton Convertible with whitewall tires, front wheel drive and of course, retractable headlamps.
This is close.
Well, only "mine" is red.
I said unto the Partner that the Cord had been my car in a past life.
"Oh, you think you drove a Cord?"
"Driven. I was driven in that car."