Condolences to my good cousins and their folks and all folks who knew my Aunt Pat. Pat had a corvette aspect. Blue in color. She'd lumber through the archway at the high school to pick up my cousins after school. I'd make up an excuse to be standing by the road there. She'd pick me up. Surrounded in blue and seated next to beauty and now a bouncy rumble of engine p-r-r-r made my Aunt and I the toast of the town. We'll ride together again. Bye Aunt Pat