Of roadsters, silk frocks and Seamus
My trip to grandson Connor’s high school graduation in Minneapolis (Prior Lake, to be specific) went oh-so-smoothly. As I wrote in my last column, I went by motor car, though not in a roadster wearing a silk frock, ala Nancy Drew. That item on my bucket list has yet to be fulfilled, since there are a few details still to be worked out. Like, where does one procure a roadster, preferably in a lovely scarlet color.