The Sat. Morn. Post, Vol. 14 - Papa's Mustang

Is it Saturday morning already? I guess I missed posting something last week. Actually, I've been so busy with work and things going on in my personal life that I didn't have the time to post. That works out fine, because I didn't have anything to say anyway. I give a lot of credit to the people that can post daily (some of whom are linked on my side bar). I can't imagine how you come up with things to blog about. I guess that's how boring my life is. Anyway, I've hardly had time to read blogs either, and I miss that.

This week's post is about something I've never written about before: my dad's Mustang. Back in 1966, my dad (Papa, as we all refer to him) bought a Ford Mustang GT. He loved that car, and so do many other people - including me. Sadly, Papa Kirk left this world 9 years ago and is likely playing the back nine at St. Peter's Country Club.

I was lucky enough to drive the Mustang daily for a few years in a row - while I was still living at home - during my senior year in high school, and while I attended Jr. college. By then I had saved enough money to buy my first (used) car. Today, I'm the only one who gets to drive it. Once a week when I visit my mom after work, I also start up the Mustang. I alternate driving it every-other week with just idling it on the opposite weeks.

Well I guess I should show it to you:

These pictures were taken in my mom's driveway a couple of years ago. If you're interested in purchasing this classic car, it was appraised at $12,500 a few years ago. My mom will accept nothing less than that price. I wish I could buy it, and I also wish no one ever does.





God willing, and if I can come up with something else to talk about, I'll see you next Saturday morning.