Brings to mind a story told to me by my friend S-s-s-t-t-tuttering S-s-s-teve. Tells better if you stutter, too.
Thirty years ago one summer in San Bernardino he restored a 48 Ford Woody. Great craftsman. Got all the panels lined up. wood all restored, the gaps just right, great paint, the whole 9 yards. Just in time for his wedding day. They motored up the coast on their honeymoon in Carmel and two days later he said they had to "C-c-c-rawl out the windows" as the Coastal weather made a shipping container out of his pride and joy.
Don't know if it's true, but after a few beers I like to hear it every year or so.
