When I was a teenager I always wanted a VW bus, I’d have settled with a bug.  But my Dad was a mechanic of “American made” automobiles and would tell me how expensive it would be to get a VW repaired.  I did eventually own a VW square-back station wagon.  But I still dreamed of having a VW bus.

Well, Berta bought me one for Christmas.  Neither of us is capable of keeping a present once we’ve bought it.  Ain’t it a beauty!  I still have to put a peace sign on the front and take it for a spin.  But for now it’s parked in the house.