While walking downtown to check the mail the other day, I noticed some awesome vintage cars. Blabberon chronicles shopping carts…I apparently am destined to track the population of beautiful old cars. I’ve noticed that there are often one or two in the Skunk Train parking lot, especially on the weekends, and I suspect that the owners probably come up in convoy. Whatever the reason for it, I love seeing a lineup of old cars gleaming with loving care.

Often, the cars are beautifully restored, and it’s obvious that the owners love them very much and handle them with kid gloves. These paint jobs looked fresh, with beautiful polished fittings and gleaming hubs. I swear to Pete, if I didn’t know better, I would have thought these cars were brand new. I would really love to get a peek under the hood someday, but I never seem to spot an owner with an old car, and I’m not about to charge up and start poking around. Although it’s tempting.

These two cars looked a lot alike from behind, so I swept around front to check out the scene. It took some close examination for me to see the differences—but the front view really show what different cars they are. I also checked the backseat for rum runners, just because these seemed like those kind of cars. I didn’t spot any, but here’s a back view of the Graham:

Look at those curves! Amazing.

These beautiful vintage cars make me wonder about the cars around us today. Most cars seem so clunky and ugly, I can’t imagine people collecting them and lavishing attention on them. Of course, given how shoddy car construction is these days, I’m not sure any late twentieth century cars will be around in 70 years to restore, even if people want them. Whereas these vintage beauties will probably still be purring.

I think I might be suffering from car envy. I don’t even really want a car, but some of these vehicles are mighty sexy; and they probably require a huge time commitment. When I’m old and retired…

Steve Fosset is still missing, but search teams have found an assortment of other aircraft and remains. This may provide closure to so very old missing person’s cases; pretty neat, but why no extensive search before? Because these missing people weren’t millionaires, maybe?

Vodou is alive and well in Florida. Pretty neat, I think. I am really fascinated by Vodou and Santeria both.

In the wake of terror comes racial and religious hatred, apparently. The last six years have seen a gush of books which capitalize on the fear of others, especially in the field of Islamist panic.

It’s difficult to get opiates in poor countries, due to fear and confusion about the risk of addition. This leads to immense suffering, as patients die from conditions like cancer without analgesia.

Surviving a car accident can be an intense experience, especially when your friends die in the same accident. Thirty years later, Paul Unwin reflects.

Doctors aren’t always on it when it comes to herbs and supplements which patients can obtain over the counter. This could turn out to have serious repercussions for human health.