The week started off with a morning lost to fruitless internet searchings for any radiator/fan combination that would fit the ’45* interwoven with attempts to find a shop that still REPAIRS stuff [ie radiators], culminating in a promising lead out in Rio Vista, lunch and the weekly trip

[postponed Sunday due to Foggy Conditions] to the ice cream parlor, situated conveniently

across from the Capitol’s convenient bench from which one can slurp and watch the street,

after which I plunged down the hill and around the hazy shore…

Tuesday pain abbreviated Sumi’s walk, so I cut down the alley between F and G in alleviation

of the knee[s], which were taken to Kaiser in the afternoon for a lot of walking from parking lot

to blooddraw, radiology and back out to the parking.  Wednesday, another cool sunny one,

I experimentally went as far as F Street [six blocks as opposed to the accustomed eight]

and back before taking 780 to 680 to 4 to 160 to the high bridge over the San Joaquin

at Pittsburg into the Delta, up the Sacramento and over the Rio Vista Bridge to Contra Costa

Radiator, Rick’s dog and what will hopefully be the solution to all those ’45 Chevy woes…

at least for now.

Home in time for pizza on the pad,

Thursday down F to the water again

and that evening Sonny from Parker Ranch, over to take a test in Suisun City early after

our dinner at Mai Thai, spent the night but was long gone by the time I went

the whole eight blocks with Sumi and after breakfast was off

into the fog to Rio Vista, trading $500.00 cash for a refurbished ’65 Falcon radiator, turned

around and made it, again,

home for lunch. Later took a windy look

at that hazy shore…again.

 

**Reminding me of just how clever James had been in putting together the amalgam that became the little truck which not only made it from Colorado to Benicia on its maiden voyage fifteen years ago but has pretty much run faithfully ever since.