tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799438278337342869.post6897031043467383481..comments2023-06-25T05:49:00.672-07:00Comments on Haddock and Dill: June 27, 1971 The Ruby Ring, The Knitting, The Man's Name, The Pie Pan and The Gym ClothesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799438278337342869.post-45353991028495711622015-08-17T20:37:54.707-07:002015-08-17T20:37:54.707-07:00Yes, Dad loved tinkering with cars and was always ...Yes, Dad loved tinkering with cars and was always certain that they were well cared for. When I read my mom's comment about the Prince Albert I thought about how many of the cans I see in flea markets today. So people who bought them back then might not have been so stupid after all:-) Your grandpa probably sat and relaxed with his pipe after long days and nights of hard work. Dad smoked a pipe for many years and I can still hear the soft scraping sound of that little hinged tool used to clean the bowl. Did you take any pictures at Okinawa, a world away?Ann B. Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16263483730433027795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799438278337342869.post-44145186367110684922015-08-17T17:31:37.570-07:002015-08-17T17:31:37.570-07:00I can understand your dad working on cars. Back th...I can understand your dad working on cars. Back then there was plenty of space in the engine compartment and carburetors and distributors were easily understood and accessed. Fun and you could usually tell when you'd made a positive difference.<br />Prince Albert was my grandpa's pipe tobacco. He kept one of the flat cans in his jacket pocket and one of the larger circular cans on his side table. He was a country doctor and I sure miss him even after 52 years.<br />June 27th, 1970, I was still on Okinawa awaiting transportation to Cam Ranh Bay.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15308567394308330867noreply@blogger.com