We’ll  be heading  down to the “cruise night” in Depot Town  tonight. It’s  an excuse  for my dad to drive  his 1991 Corvette, a car my mom loathes…

Old souped up cars? Pungent  exhaust? The constant  din  of revving  engines? Lots  and lots of “old guys?” 1960s/1970s tunes  blaring  from  a loudspeaker?

Yeah, baby! Weather  couldn’t  be better!