It all started with a car show….

“Doing anything Saturday?” I asked my husband, casually.

After years of experience, my husband is naturally wary. He shook his head and responded, “Why?”

“There’s an antique car show going on and I thought you might be interested.”

He perked up. He loves antique cars.


“And it’s not all that far away!”

The wariness returned. “How far?”

“It’s in Emory.”

“Where’s that?” he asked.

“Just the other side of Dallas.”

And thus, my husband joined his first AVA walk.

"There are no cars here," my husband noticed.

The walk began at the library.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

The Alpha and the Omega of the Emory County Walk

"This better not be the car show!"

You never know what you’ll see on a walk.

My husband searches for the car show.

This was the most dangerous walk we’ve ever been on. We actually walked the highway at some points.

I just looked at the pretty paint jobs.

Victor and Ed have found the car show!

ZZ Top should have been driving this beauty!

A Model A


About scribedscribbles

Like most people, I hate filling out profile pages. Who am I? Well, I’m a wife, teacher, daughter, and friend. I’m also an intellectual, an introvert, a night owl, and a bookworm. I work with struggling readers and overachievers, ages 11 to 15. I take care of students, a cat, two rabbits, friends, and my husband. I enjoy geocaching, reading, volksmarching, gardening, crocheting for charity, lecturing, science fiction, learning, and teaching. My favorite colors are blue, green, and purple. I am judgmental, dyslexic, sweet, overweight, graying, short, generous, loving, supportive, and chronically early to meetings. I’m afraid of snakes, putting my head underwater, heights, depths, and failure.

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