Ford has Aston Martin up for sale, and I’m tempted, but the marque I’d really like to own is Jaguar. I’d put it back on track.
The curvaceous cats from Coventry have been curled up, purring, in my soul since the day I first noticed them, and that’s been a long time. I don’t remember the year, but I remember the moment and even the name of the place: the Scotch Mist Inn.
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