Speaking of Cars

Well no, we were not speaking of cars.  But I have been cleaning out old files and looking at old pictures.  Every time I set out to find something, I end up coming across something I am not looking for.  Today was a good example.

I was looking for an old photo.  In the process I came across a lot of photos I had forgotten about.  And some of them made me ask how they were taken.

In Dec, 1996 I was on the advisory board of a large investment company.  Our annual meeting was being held in Phoenix.  As was my custom, I always added on a few days to a trip to see the sights.  On this trip I rented a car and visited Scottsdale and Taliesin West.  I also visited Sedona.  What is strange is this photo:

I am outside the car on the side of the road.  Someone took the picture.  I have no idea who.  Did I invite another board member along?  Is this what old age is like when you just can't remember? 

A couple of weeks ago I came across a thank you letter from a well-known politician, thanking me for meeting him and talking.  2006.  Remember a dinner with him and his wife in 1996, but 2006?, uh, no.

But since this is about cars, here is one of the worst, if not the worst, mistakes I ever made.

My 1994 Jag.  It was actually British racing green but old photos fade and lose color.  Two years of absolute he--.

My current ride was purchased in June, 2008.  I only have 52,000 miles  on it, so I will keep it running as long as I can.  My red Buick Lucerne.

Now, I was looking for a picture of the cabin cruiser we had.  Custody went to my ex, but the name on it was Treasurer's Island.  I know it is around here somewhere.  And I always thought I was organized.  Hah!

Can you find something when you want it?  I sure can't.