Stop in for a cup of coffee

Good morning...another rainy day here, remnants of the tropical depression. Love all these wagons. I got my Mopar scar from a wagon, leaving my piano lesson a dog ran out in front of my Dad's second-hand '64 wagon, I was in the "way-back" and hit my face on the edge of the seat back. Dads back then always carried handkerchiefs and luckily the ER was just a few blocks away. A great memory I have is Dad wise-cracking, "if the doctor takes much longer, we won't need him, you'll be all healed up." I didn't know at the time he was squeamish about seeing blood and he hated hospitals. He didn't keep the wagon for long, I wish I knew why. It was already gathering rust at the base of the c-pillar, he said they all rust thru right there. Though now I never see any rust in that spot on wagons. Anyway I guess I became a die-hard Mopar guy that day in 1968.