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'NO ENTRY" & OTHER UNHELPFUL SIGNS

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  There’s absolutely no entry here including trying to go back the way you came! But the sign says . . .  Er . . .  Um . . . Eh? So what now? Okay, I give up! At least somebody had a sense of humor. Exactly! ¯ First yau put your car in 2 nd gear. And close all your windows while you’re drivin’ here. You look to the left and you look to the right And then you twist around and twist around with all of your might. ¯ Getting to the Penbina Hwy looks like fun. Speaking of fun, it looks like those going left will have more fun than the rest of us. Why I don’t drive on freeways! If you're headed for Reno, no sweat.  If you need to get to the other places shown, it’s a whole other ballgame and good luck with that! How much time would I have to absorb this information and choose which way I need to go? Signs in the city are just as confusing. So “ALL OTHER TIMES” would be from 9:30 pm to 6:30 am – right?  Or would that be left? Apparently you can’t find or do any...
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STREET BOXES & ODD PLACES TO SIT

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  Defying gravity Over hill & dale I would have painted this one as an underwater scene with colorful fish swimming round. Illusionary More illusion I think this is my favorite. J As for sitting in odd places, that's me atop a bollard on a ferryboat with my Grandma B. and Aunt Frances in 1942 And my Mon sitting on a garbage can at Sugar Pine Point State Park, Lake Tahoe having just finished our picnic lunch in the snow during the winter of 1967 :-> La Nightingail
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MOTOR REPAIRS ON THE SPOT

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  My Dad fixing the engine in my Grandma Louise’s car during a trip to Big Basin Redwoods State Park in 1947. No motor here, but some sort of adjustment was apparently needed.  My husband tweaking our son’s tricycle in 1971. Father & son checking out the engine of a possible truck for son in 1985.  They grow up so fast! Father & son checking out the engine of another possibility . . . . . . which became the truck of choice.  He let me drive it once. ;) Sometime later our son bought another truck & took it apart to get it running.  Only problem was the gas gauge didn’t always work properly.  I remember getting at least a couple of calls:  “Mom?  Could you bring me some gas?”  Luckily he was never too far afield. In this case, however, it was the battery.  Cousin George in 1997 giving my daughter’s car a charge. :-> La Nightingail
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