for days; everything, all at once, continuing, after the Faiveley, with the Benicia Car Show which

is seemingly earlier every year, first time in three and with many more People of Color participating.  Not only the lowriders [V-town definitely in the house for this one!]

but some admirably understated classics like this perfect ’56 Ford…

not to mention a plethora of immaculately realized noir finishes

and other stuff.  A perfect day for it with

Chelu Bombs* well represented [like I said, V-town]

as well as the occasional exquisite understatements,

classical expressions

and surprises.

I wandered home

thinking to have the afternoon free to prepare for Monday’s photos but oh no…we had to

go to Vallejo instead; Kaiser ER and Farmacia with L., all to the eventual good,

THEN a rushed end of day sorting and readying thirty random undocumenteds for Monday  which were duly shot, rewrapped and racked [not shown] as the next day was all about

shopping, packing and somewhat loading since Wednesday, along with more of all that,

also included CCA’s final event on the historic Oakland campus with many exhibits

of which I only saw “Dennis Leon and the Art of Instruction”**, several old friends outside

the Oliver [everybody’d gotten old all at once!] and orphan ceramics on the lawn.

We left before dark,

making it back to Benicia in time for a last Pad Thai, a last Poirot***…and bed.

*For awhile I had a very swell mechanic from that club who took care of the ’45 and my former Tundra until health and landlord problems put him out of business…that’s America fer ya.

**A moving and memorably inspirational show on several levels; WHY it was only up for the last few days of the last few days of the Oakland campus was mysterious.  But there is an excellent and informative catalog, which is available by contacting joan.leon1@gmail.com. Worth the effort…

***M. Poirot is becoming increasingly deranged and increasingly Catholic in these later episodes…