May we have the cheering hope of joyful meetings, as our ship at last drops anchor in the still water of the eternal harbor.
Driving my grandfather Gerv's beautiful, but mechanically flawed, 1965 Ford Mustang 1200 miles from far Northern Wisconsin, through Minnesota, South Dakota, Wyoming and into Denver, Colorado before sending it off on a flatbed through the night to California. She's called Elroy, or "Ellie", after the 2 square-mile town where Gerv was born and raised, and in a simpler time his carpenter-by-trade father was mayor. Welcome to the family Ellie.