On Saturday, I had the boys at the barbershop to renew their summer tennis-ball haircuts. Arlene called and said “Gosh, I wish you could come up and look at houses”. So I did: the three boys, the boat, and I all headed north on I-65, leaving about 1630 Saturday afternoon. My plan was to stop for the night somewhere around Louisville. Unfortunately, I didn’t plan on the annual Street Rod Nationals, held each year in Louisville during the first week of August. Every hotel we checked, from fleabags up to the Louisville Hilton, was full. We sure did see a lot of cool cars, though.
Actually, David and I (the others were asleep) ended up in the middle of a parade/drag race in front of the Executive West hotel.
We turned a corner, and voila! people lined the street five or six deep, blocking off the parking lot entrances. We had to go down the street and turn around, at which point we got sandwiched between what I think was a ’39 Ford roadster and a pickup truck. For some reason, no one applauded our entry in the parade. Our minivan does have a certain je ne sais quoi that I would have thought the rod aficionados would appreciate.
We arrived midday Sunday, and Arlene and I went househunting first thing Monday morning. We looked at five houses and, after some back-and-forthing, made an offer on our favorite. The seller countered about 6pm or so, and we counter-countered. Now we have to wait, and wait, and wait… you get the idea. More news when there is news.
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