Captainkirk's Duster project

Remember the old jingle...."Ace is the place with the helpful hardware man"? This, of course, in the day when it was PC to assume that hardware men were men, and the only thing most women were there to pick up was a husband, and certainly not to work there?
Yeah, me too.
Anyway, I trundled up my rock-hard tube of caulk, receipt, and even the Poppin' Fresh exploding cartridge to show a manager, and proceeded to do just that. I was a little surprised when I got not only no argument or cheesy excuses, but TWO tubes of caulk (I was only expecting the one) and an apology thrown in on top of it! All the more reason to support your local business, and suck it up and not get petty and bitchy over spending a buck more than you see the stuff sale-priced at the Big Box Stores. Tonight I finished laying out my little white highways on the valance (there's that word again!) and touched up some of the work from the other night when I ran short. Now, like I said, I'm not gonna win any prizes for neatness, originality, or concours resto look, but I'm not trying to. I'm trying to make this car as sound as I can, so I can drive it without worrying about The Masque of the Red Death (rust) any more.....please!I've inhaled enough iron oxide to set off a metal detector in an airport security screening area. If I never see another wire wheel it will be too soon.
And so, we trudge on. This morning showed the first frost of autumn and I know I have to keep the nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel. And so I feel a bit of frustration sitting here typing when I could be out watching the caulk dry.....but it's one thing, one day at a time. And hopefully, finish laying the Rust-Oleum and undercoat before Ol' Man Winter shows up.