tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10921341.post-30846611997764347112007-10-28T17:32:00.001-07:002007-10-28T17:33:43.739-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4X8SVq3XLsQ/RyUqJ3zQ4UI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4mqDb9OuWG8/s1600-h/Camping+Trip+07+014b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4X8SVq3XLsQ/RyUqJ3zQ4UI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4mqDb9OuWG8/s320/Camping+Trip+07+014b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126550099917332802" border="0" /></a><br />This is the dealership where my grandfather bought Marge back on September 30, 1968. I stopped right across the street to gas up The VW last week.<br /><br />I can just imagine her sitting right there out front, where that $16K white work truck sits now.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17303322210306149617noreply@blogger.com