I am not a car guy. Usually my favorite car is whatever car I am driving. I love to drive. I’d drive everywhere if I could. I just don’t care much for the details of the car I am driving. The goings on under the hood never really phased me one way or the other.

We have a Kia Niro right now that I love. 90% of that love is because our little Kia is a hybrid and that pleases me. We used to have a Nissan Altima that I loved too. Years ago I had a Buick LeSabre that was a real winner.

There was one car though that stands out. It was 10 years old when I bought it used. It had countless issues and caused me a ton of problems and it basically disintegrated all around me. Apart from all of that though, it was a killer car. It is the one car that if I could go back in time and drive again, I would. What was this magical automobile?

It was a 1985 Ford Thunderbird. It had balls. It had history, even though the 80’s were not exactly a classic T-Bird era. I really loved that car.

I was going to post a photo of a 1985 Ford Thunderbird, but Google Images is failing me so you’re not getting a look this time. Maybe some other time.

I like to think I can be creative, even if I am just kidding myself.

First and foremost, there is this:

Robbie, much like Ziggy, plays guitar. He also writes a lot of third rate rock songs and records demos of all of them. That’s how he gets most of his creative ya-ya’s out. Playing guitar with a band is the most fun you can have without laughing*.

Robbie likes playing with cameras and pretending he’s creative through photography even though all he does is take crappy snap shots of everything. Once in a while he accidentally takes a photo that isn’t terrible, but those are very few and far between.

Robbie also gets to be creative with programming software but that doesn’t happen very often. He’s been a supervisor for about 10 years so he now lets his staff handle the creative stuff. Every now and then though he gets to sneak something into the works.

So there you go. I don’t know when this turned into a lame third person perspective kinda thing. Let’s blame David Bowie for that and move on with our lives.

Merry Creative Christmas.

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*That’s me paraphrasing Woody Allen, which makes me feel uber gross. I try not to associate with potential child molesters, but sometimes the line just fits and it has to be used.