Well, here it is, Saturday morning, and the old car sale's about to start in circa three hours.
It's also the first day of the autumnal rains in the Sandhills, with clouds bursting and temperatures in the low 50s; my favorite time of the year. It's a joy to be alive, in the Sandhills of Nebraska in the autumn, especially in October.
^^^from franksolich's back yard, looking towards the river
^^^from franksolich's driveway, looking towards the northwest
The weather however isn't going to stop the old-car buyers though, and I'm sure even if they came from the tropics, they were expecting it anyway.
The guy from Alabama who's camping on a tent here--there's still those two recreational vehicles and a pick-up truck with mounted camper, from other states, but while I've met them and they seem like nice people, I haven't socialized with them--spent the night here, instead of down by the river.
I've known people all my life from all fifty states, and while the people from Alabama tend to be some of the nicest people one can ever hope to meet, they're the biggest wimps, the biggest sissies, about the autumn, winter, and spring weather in Nebraska. Nobody from the more-genteel climes of Florida or South Carolina or even Hawaii, ever whines about our "cold" weather; only people from Alabama.
Apparently people from Alabama have never been in New Jersey in January, especially on the seashore.
Even for someone who's spent time in some near-arctic regions, that's
cold.
But regardless, he's a nice guy and has the appropriate attitude about the late Paul "Bear" Bryant, who along with the late Woody Hayes, was the greatest coach in the history of college football.
Some outsider the other day had inquired of me about renting a trailer, I guess to haul the carcass of an old car back to his home in Delaware, as he hadn't brought one with him. He'd come out here just to look, but after looking, decided he wanted to buy three old cars, and expected to be successful in bidding on at least one of them.
(I found him a trailer to rent--from a private individual--but it took a lot of time; there's no trailers to be had in the eastern half of Nebraska or the southern half of South Dakota this weekend.)
My guest from Alabama too had come all the way up here just to look, but is now interested in buying--however, because he'd just come to look, he hadn't come with a trailer.
I asked him what he was going to do, if he got one of the old cars.
He said there's a guy in the big city who's offering to tow and store vehicles until one can go back home and bring back a trailer. The fee's fifty dollars a day, and includes the tow from the auction site, which is circa 35 miles north and west of the big city.
That sounds high to me, but apparently many have arranged for his services.
