old vee dubya

Old Volkswagen, WV, Beetle that I saw at Friendly Center in 2013. A beauty. Great shape. I only see missing runners under the doors. The steering wheel is especially classy, dished.

I used to be able to accurately identify the year of these VW’s. Now, I’m not so good. Wild guess would be 1959.

Clues of things that changed that can be used on this one to determine age:

— Wolfsberg crest on front and steering wheel.
— metal bumpers with overrider bars.
— glass covers over sealed-beam headlights (USA)
— flat, not curved, windshield.
— direction of wiper movement, L to R, or R to L
— rear-view mirror attached to door hinge.
— small taillights and license plate light
— pie tin hubcaps

There are many more clues than those. I used to have a book.

Other points of interest:

— On Beetle, the hood (bonnet) was the trunk (boot) and the trunk the hood because of motor in the back.

— this was a 6-volt car which made getting anything electrical tricky.

— it probably had no fuel gauge. When engine started to stumble due to lack of fuel, there was a foot lever under the dash in the front. Flip it to activate a small reserve tank of fuel.

Also attached, two pics of a white Beetle we rented in the Yucatan in 2003 for comparison. Only 44 years later than the blue one. Mexico continued to produce those WV’s longer than anywhere.

I loved driving them.

recovery snacks

The curative soothing powers of Ritz with cheese. 🧀

Two platters. One for me, one for spouse. Addition of a green olive slice on each one would be acceptable.

a bit warm

Well, this sucks. This is after it came down some.

Out of work. Under doctor’s care.

103.5 F = 39.72 C


We had joy we had fun
we had estaciones en el sol
but the wine and the song
like the seasons have all gone

(Terry Jacks)

I like to multi-language old familiar songs and things.

Radio DJ’s in Guadalajara used to say these:

reina del caribe – Billy Ocean
grito rebelde – Billy Idol

fire disaster in cuba

C’mon USA, help your neighbor no strings attached. The crisis from the disaster in Cuba is huge.

is it shallow?

Years ago I used to do telephone customer service. I heard a co-worker shouting into the phone at a hard-of-hearing customer trying to ascertain which part they were looking for:


Upon hearing that, a flamboyant co-worker said, “somebody must be talking about me again?”

I always remember that moment. There were many good ones.

The flamboyant “shallow” coworker ended up moving to Atlanta. I thought that was appropriate. 😁

puttin’ on the ritz

I was running up and down the aisle of the supermarket thinking, “where TF are the Ritz?”

Oh, here. Snake it would have bit me.

beverly hillbillies smoking

Beverly Hillbillies give a lesson on how to smoke, something any teenager would appreciate. Problems for me at that age were access to the product and how to use it. One had to be creative.

you drunk?

From where could it be?

“If you are drunk, eat somewhere else.”


We all stayed up late and slept late. Dog breakfasts have been served, and now they are waiting for a Saturday slate of meaningful activities.