March 2, 2005My wife had intended to go to work today, getting up at her usual time. (Of course, she was already awake anyway.) But, after she finished getting ready, she realized that there was far too much going on and that it would be difficult to keep silent about our good news. Since we weren't even allowed to call our parents to tell them, she figured that she had better not go into work.
About seven years ago, a very good friend mine, John Budilvosky, Jr., passed away. His widow had sold his collection of antique cars and she gave me a 1971 Cadillac Eldorado convertible because whenever John had called me to go to a car show, he would ask me which of his cars I wanted him to pick me up in and I would always choose the Cadillac. My Godfather had one just like it when I was a kid.
He had given me a silver dollar to remember the year he had bought a brand new 1971 Eldorado convertible. He told me that if I worked real hard and saved my money, I could afford to buy one like this. So, when John passed away, his widow gave me the car. I called the neighbor, where the Cadillac was stored, and asked her if I could get it this morning. Since I could not tell her why, I had to tell her that I needed to take it to my insurance agent's office and have pictures taken of the interior that I had just replaced. She agreed and asked me to come down about 8:05 a.m., so she would be able to move her vehicle out of the way.