Stream of Consciousness

Hello Readers.  I love you.  Here it is November 12th in Delaware.  The high yesterday was 73.  It is snowing as I write!  Plan for today:  Write here.  Watch the snow turn to rain.  Watch the rain. Watch   Hallmark Christmas movies.  Stare into the abyss.

Here's a little Delaware story.   When we moved the 20 miles from our Maryland farm,  I moved three hobby cars with me.   One was a 1970 VW Beetle.  I have a post or two about the car years ago in this blog.  Last Spring I took the Beetle to Georgetown,  De, with it's Maryland tags, to the MVA for inspection.  It failed in a hundred ways.  But it was running great and had brand new tires and every single light worked and wipers and everything else.  So I drove the car away from the test bays and over to the admin building.  I talked to the folks there ( after a wait of course) about antique or historic tags.  But,  long story,  no joy.  So I wander out to the parking lot a very sad bug owner. While I was getting ready to leave,   a passerby  said to me  "nice beetle".  Then I heard myself say    
" Yeah,  you want to buy it,  it just flunked inspection!"  The guy says simply and quietly, "yes".
"How much you want for it?".  I hear myself say:  "I just put a grand into it.  It's worth $4 K  even without the inspection.  I'll take $2K- or offer!"  He says I love it I want it but there is one thing
I have to check.  Let me pull out the back seat and see the battery compartment.  If there is rust there it is usually bad.  I said OK as long as you yank the seat and reinstall it.  So he does,  and it is fine.
We shake on the $2K .   A few hours later he shows up at our house with the cash.  After title etc.    
he says "this is kind of a coincidence deal".  I said "because I sold you a car in the MVA parking lot
on the spur of the moment?".  He said, "well yeah, this is a very cool house, and  my high school science teacher built this house and I have been in it several times years ago.