tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372953408299172633.post1333085482121670612..comments2022-03-30T07:05:01.847-10:00Comments on Going on Alone: Tunnels ... and lightsMy Blogs ... http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532006250447036360noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372953408299172633.post-22455889947594756552008-04-05T01:39:00.000-10:002008-04-05T01:39:00.000-10:00Gene and I both chuckled. Having seen the car, met...Gene and I both chuckled. Having seen the car, met your dad...well...! Perhaps this should be reassurance that you dad does, indeed, have common sense hidden under all that stubborness. Worry less, enjoy more, my friend.BGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09252020474746462945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372953408299172633.post-92096186678648954562008-04-03T14:50:00.000-10:002008-04-03T14:50:00.000-10:00I am so suprised that your Dad the reserve Police ...I am so suprised that your Dad the reserve Police officer would get a counterfit certificate!!! Too much, you have to love them.<BR/>Tutu LindaUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00695707986193186904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372953408299172633.post-78498119387666003702008-04-03T03:54:00.000-10:002008-04-03T03:54:00.000-10:00I read this post half crying and half laughing - r...I read this post half crying and half laughing - remembering what my life was like ten years ago. My Dad was still driving and really should have given it up; but not Mr. Independent! Finally, after a serious illnes, Dad decided to give the car to our daughter, Erin. As we retitled the car, I discovered a series of repair bills for front end damage. It appears Dad watched the lady joggers in the Tutu Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03681829385487217788noreply@blogger.com